fic: Patient Zero (Heroes - Sylar/Elle/Peter) - written for heroes_exchange
Title: Patient Zero
Recipient: faded_facade
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/Elle/Peter
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 7846
Spoilers: general series through Volume 3
Warnings: Okay. Threesome, roleplay, slash, light bondage, basically just a lot of sex
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al
A/N: Thanks to my beta, superkappa!
A/N2: Written for the Spring '09 heroes_exchange. Yes, sometimes I write smut.
Summary: Peter goes to visit Sylar and Elle, expecting dinner, but getting so much more...
Elle greeted him at the door dressed, interestingly, in a short white dress with a long row of buttons down the front and white patent leather high-heeled shoes. He looked questioningly at the clipboard in her hand, and she gave him a big smile as he walked through the foyer into the living room.
"Petrelli, Peter. Here for your five o'clock appointment?" she asked him.
"Elle, what's going on? I thought we were all having an early dinner." He was confused. Not that Elle wasn't unpredictable - she was - and so was Sylar, to a lesser extent. But after they'd all taken part in shutting down Pinehearst and stopping his father, the three of them had been getting along, especially after his mother had admitted she'd only told Sylar he was a Petrelli to get him inside Pinehearst. The less Oedipal angst in their family dynamic, the better. The costume party vibe was a little strange, though, even for Elle.
"Oh, we'll feed you soon enough, don't stress out," she teased him. You just stay out here in the waiting room and I'll go tell Dr. Gray you're here." She started down the hall toward the bedroom, a suggestive wiggle in her hips emphasizing the shortness of her dress. Suddenly Peter felt a little uncomfortable due to the impure thoughts he was having about another man's girlfriend. She looked back at him over her shoulder, and the dress rode up even higher on her thighs. "Make yourself comfortable." She gave him a knowing smile, like she knew exactly what effect she was having on him. "We'll be with you in just one moment."
She finished the short walk down the hall and into the bedroom she shared with Sylar, and Peter heard her giggle mischievously before she closed the bedroom door behind her.
They'd been bugging him to have more fun, to relax more. He wondered if this whole nurse/doctor thing was some sort of ploy on their part to achieve that, whether he liked it or not. He heard some quiet conversational tones from their room and decided to sit on the couch and wait for them to do whatever it was they had planned. A moment later, Elle rejoined him in the living room.
"Well, the doctor is ready to see you now. Come on back." Elle indicated that he should follow her down the hall to the bedroom, then stepped aside for him to enter first. Once he was through the doorway, he noticed they'd redecorated. The room had a minimalist feel, and the dark wood-framed, king size bed made up with crisp, blindingly white sheets was obviously the focus. The only other pieces of furniture in the room were a sideboard-type dresser with a mirror on the wall above it and a trunk that looked like the same wood as the bed frame, and in one corner stood a Japanese folding screen. Sylar stood in front of the screen, smiling at Peter, and Elle joined him, putting an arm around his waist affectionately. He was wearing light blue scrubs that were a bit too tight for practical use in a medical facility. Peter had a thought.
"Is all this about that paramedic certification training I told you guys I was thinking about doing?"
Sylar laughed softly. "Trust me, Peter, this has nothing to do with work."
He still felt a twinge of skepticism, and Elle noticed and commented on it.
"Aw, puppy, do you think we're making fun of you because you were a nurse? I swear we're not," she reassured him, looking earnest.
"We think the entire healthcare profession is one of the most noble endeavors one can undertake, right, honey?" Sylar looked at Elle, who nodded in agreement.
"The clothes are not very exciting, but sure, doctors are cool. Most of them."
Sylar looked at Elle's outfit with one eyebrow raised appreciatively. "Not very exciting?"
"Oh, I'm not talking about me. The real ones." She waved off Sylar's disbelief.
"Right," Sylar agreed. "Because yours are definitely exciting. Wouldn't you say so, Peter?"
He'd been so busy listening to them go from reassuring him to admiring Elle's outfit that he wasn't prepared to comment right away. "Well..." he started, considering whether or not he should voice the thought that had popped unbidden into his mind -- that they both looked so hot in their sexed-up uniforms that he was growing more uncomfortable by the second wondering why they had dressed like that when they'd been expecting him for dinner. "Why are you guys dressed like that?" was what he settled for.
"Actually, Peter, we were hoping you could help us out with something," Sylar answered, and Elle bounced on the balls of her feet and clapped her hands gleefully, the motions drawing Peter's attention to the way her breasts strained against the fabric of the short white dress. His powers were gone, so he couldn't read their minds, but he was pretty sure he knew the direction this was heading in. The strangest part was that he didn't feel nearly as hesitant or apprehensive as he knew he should. Maybe it was because he'd been spending time with them regularly for a couple of months now, and the way the two of them radiated sexual attraction for each other whenever they were in the same room, so much so that by the time he was back at home by himself with the door closed behind him, he would have his fly undone and his hand on his cock. Sometimes while he jerked off, he pictured what they must be doing with each other, sometimes he imagined Elle going down on him, remembering the feel of her lips sparking against his from all those months ago in his cell at Primatech. He'd been using her then, but that didn't mean he hadn't relished the precious seconds of the novel sensation, and since then he occasionally wished he'd had the chance to let things go even further between them.
But that had been before she'd started dating Sylar. Things like that couldn't happen between them now that Sylar was in the picture. Could they? The way they were dressed, the way they were looking at him, he wasn't so sure. He needed a little clarification.
"What exactly do you need my help with?" he asked hesitantly, a part of him wondering if the answer was about to change the dynamic between the three of them in a no-going-back kind of way.
"It's sort of an experiment," Elle replied excitedly. "But not boring or creepy at all."
"We're curious about something," Sylar continued, "and we decided we could use someone with your particular abilities."
"I don't have my powers--"
"Not those abilities, silly." Elle crossed the few feet of polished hardwood floor, high heels clicking quickly until she was close enough to smooth the palms of her hands from the middle of his chest outward to his shoulders.
"Oh," was all he could manage to say. The way Elle was looking at him, like a present she knew she would get to open soon, made his breath catch.
"Maybe I should be a little more specific," Sylar clarified, coming over to stand behind him and put his hands gently on the backs of Peter's shoulders.
There had been a time in the recent past when he would have been worried, to say the least, about being physically surrounded by former serial killer Sylar and occasionally cruel, occasionally imbalanced Elle. His feelings about them had changed since the events at Pinehearst, had started changing even as early as when he'd seen the vision of the future where he and 'Gabriel' still thought they were brothers and there had been a small blond nephew.
Sylar with Elle made sense. She didn't try to change him, didn't have unreasonable expectations for him, so he was happy being himself instead of trying to be special, and he was the first person who freely gave her the love she'd always craved without making her jump through hoops to try to get it. He was a little envious of what they had; he wished he thought that it would ever happen for him, that he would find someone who truly knew what it had been like to live through the experiences he'd had, the stresses on him, the pressure he put on himself, whether they had an ability or not. He was starting to doubt that such a person even existed.
And since he was here with the two of them and they were apparently offering him a way to share in their good fortune, what would be the harm if he let it happen? If he let them guide him through whatever they had planned, and for once didn't worry so much about the outside world, he was fairly confident that everything would be fine. He had grown to trust them, even without the powers he could have used to protect himself if he'd needed to. He didn't even consider the possibility that he might need to anymore.
"See, Peter," Sylar began, his voice over Peter's shoulder near his ear, "there's a question we've been wondering about the answer to, and we thought you were the person we wanted to get to help us figure it out."
"Just you, not your powers, and definitely not your last name," Elle added. He reached a hand up, finally feeling comfortable enough again to initiate contact with either of them, and cupped her cheek softly in his hand. She returned his small smile warmly, then met Sylar's eyes behind him. Peter felt a warm hand on the back of his neck as he turned slightly to see Sylar's face for himself, to confirm for his mind what his instincts already knew -- that he was about to go along with whatever Sylar and Elle wanted him to do.
"What's the question? I hope I can help you answer it," he said as he looked from Elle to Sylar.
"I think you can," Sylar told him. "We want to find out if it is actually possible to literally fuck someone's brains out, and we want to use you as our test subject. We brought you here tonight to fuck you as many ways as we can think of, and as many times as we can manage, before we absolutely have to stop for sleep."
Peter was left speechless. He had known that they would probably suggest or imply something along those lines, but he hadn't expected Sylar to be quite so direct about it.
"It's not like any of us have to go to work," Elle added. "We really can just fuck over and over again until our bodies all wear out."
"Does that sound like something you want to do, Peter?" Sylar asked him quietly. Peter thought he must look apprehensive, considering how gently they were treating him.
He found his voice. "I hope you won't be disappointed by the answer to your question."
Hearing the agreement in his voice, Elle launched herself at him to give him a quick, hard hug, and her momentum pressed them both back against Sylar's chest. Sylar steadied them and brought his arms around to encompass both Peter and Elle in a hug of his own.
"This is going to be so much fun! We put something behind the screen for you," Elle told him as they broke the hug. "Go see."
Peter walked around behind the screen and found a small table with a folded white terrycloth robe. He took off his own clothes and folded them, placing them where the robe had been after he put it on. He took a deep breath; he was so turned on by all the possible scenarios running through his head of what was about to happen that he was already getting hard. He took a moment to tell himself that he had all night with them, that he should concentrate on enjoying the events as they unfolded, and then, tying the belt of the robe loosely around his waist, he rejoined Sylar and Elle on the other side of the screen. While he'd been changing, they'd gotten a couple of things ready in the room. Several fluffy white towels lay in a pile on top of the trunk at the foot of the bed, along with some massage oil, and one towel was spread out across the bed.
"We want you to have a good time with us, Peter," Sylar told him. "Do you think you can go along with us and trust us enough to know that whatever we want you to do is for pleasure? Ours and yours?"
Still feeling a little self-conscious, he nodded instead of speaking. He wanted to ask them what they wanted him to do, to ask how he should proceed, when Elle came to his side and placed her small hand in his to lead him to the side of their big bed. "I wanted to start with a massage to relax you. I thought you might be a little uptight about this whole thing, if you would even agree to it," she told him matter-of-factly.
"I was pretty sure you would go along with it if we approached it the right way," Sylar admitted. "I see the way you look at the two of us, how you're so reluctant to leave at the end of a night over here. I bet you go home and jack off thinking about doing this with us." Peter smiled at him and then at Elle, and, feeling the need to show them that he was a willing participant and not uptight, untied the robe and let it slide down his body. He was rewarded by their own smiles and the appreciative looks they both gave his body, including his rapidly hardening cock.
"Can we start the massage now?" he asked them, and Elle laughed with delight. She went to get the massage oil, and Peter lay face down on the bed, on top of the towel.
"Told you so," Sylar said teasingly to Elle.
"Fine, you win, you'll get your reward later." Climbing onto the bed next to Peter's torso, she explained, "We had a little bet going about whether you would say yes or not. You are not going to believe what he wants me to do to pay up."
"I might surprise you," he teased her.
"Oh, you already have. Just don't stop surprising me, and I'm happy to make good on that bet." She straddled his hips and kneeled above him, leaning over his back to drizzle some oil on him. It had been warmed, Peter realized as he felt the oil make contact with his skin. They were serious about making him feel relaxed and calm. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Elle's hands starting to rub the oil across his back and shoulders, lightly at first, then kneading his muscles, the tension leaving his body gradually as she massaged him. She lifted up a bit so she could position herself further down his body, straddling his thighs next. When she started massaging his ass, the relaxation began to turn into arousal, and he had to adjust the position of his hips to accommodate his growing erection. Elle realized why he was moving and moved a hand to between his waist and the bed, lifting up under his weight to encourage him to turn over. He opened his eyes and did as she wanted, and saw Elle looking at him with almost the same look she gave Sylar toward the end of the nights they all hung out together, the look that Peter took as his cue to leave. Tonight, though, they wanted him here with them. Sylar had been watching them, Peter thought; he hadn't heard Sylar leave the room during the massage. Peter looked at Sylar, trying to gauge once and for all if he was really okay with sharing Elle with him, with whatever else might happen between Sylar and himself. Sylar broke eye contact with Peter to take off his scrubs shirt, and Peter used the opportunity to glance down the other man's body. He noticed Sylar's chest was more muscular than he would have thought, and when he looked further down, he noticed the erection straining against the scrubs pants. Sylar smiled at him once he'd shucked the shirt completely. Sylar was okay with this, Elle was okay with this, they were all okay with this, and it was time to take things a little further.
"Elle, that felt really good. What do you want me to do next?" he asked, letting his hands creep up the sides of Elle's thighs. She smiled and looked back at Sylar.
"Join us?" she asked him playfully, and his weight sank into the mattress between Peter's feet. He caught Elle in an embrace from behind, looking over Elle's shoulder to Peter. Sylar brought a hand to Peter's hand and encouraged him to continue to caress Elle, moving his hand around to her stomach and up to beneath her breasts. Elle let out a sigh, and Peter moved both of his hands to cup her breasts while Sylar kissed her neck. Elle's eyes closed; she was obviously enjoying the attention from both men at the same time, and Peter wanted to sit up so he could kiss her. He started to move his legs out from underneath her, and she moved so he could get to a kneeling position on the bed, facing her. His hands went to her breasts again; he brushed his thumbs across her hardened nipples through the fabric of the nurse's dress and the lace of the bra below that. He leaned toward her, capturing her lips with his own, closing his eyes at first and taking in the sensation, then opening his eyes to try to make eye contact with Sylar again.
Sylar met his eyes and nodded encouragingly, then reached past Elle to place a hand at Peter's waist, drawing him closer in. This made Elle gasp with pleasure, and Peter decided to reach out to touch Sylar in the same way. He had been slightly apprehensive about the initial touch with Sylar as a part of any sexual contact, but it felt natural with the three of them together, all taking pleasure in the moment with one another, so he banished the last bits of self-consciousness from his mind and concentrated on enjoying the two people in bed with him.
Elle moved to press her hands against his chest. "Lie back," she told him, and they all shifted around to the arrangement she wanted, Peter lying on his back in the center of the bed, Sylar behind Elle to his right, and Elle straddling him, gently rubbing against his erection every few seconds. He was harder than he could remember being for a long time, and as much as he wanted to bury himself inside Elle, he wanted to do what she told him to do even more, to make her and Sylar happy.
"I want to start," Elle said over her shoulder to Sylar, who nodded and kissed her roughly. She nibbled at his lips, and Peter felt his cock bobbing while he watched them. She broke the kiss and turned back to him. "We have a lot of ground to cover tonight, Peter. Are you ready to really get started?"
"Just tell me what you want me to do," he told her, and he meant it. He was ready to follow whatever directions they gave him.
"We'll start off easy, baby, just to make sure you're really okay with everything." She leaned forward slightly, and Sylar reached down to start sliding her panties down her hips, the white lace rolling a little as the fabric tightened around her spread legs.
"I'm ready," he reassured her, watching as she lifted one leg so she moved to his side long enough to let Sylar take her panties completely off of her legs, shifting to help him, then she leaned over his chest, propping herself up with a hand above each of his shoulders, swinging her leg back over him to lower herself just above his cock. He involuntarily raised his hips upward to meet her soft thighs, and he saw Sylar smooth a hand along her lower back and press downward on her ass. He let out a deep breath. Elle lowered her face to his, kissing his lips hungrily, then withdrawing, sparking as she lifted up slightly, just like she'd done the time she'd kissed him at Primatech. Then she lifted her hips and reached one hand down to wrap around his cock, stroking it gently at first, then gripping him tighter and stroking harder. He started to think he was going to come in her hand when she loosened her grip and pinched him right below the tip, making him gasp.
"Not even close," she teased him, then moved her fingers down further to lightly touch his balls. As sensitive as he was at that moment, her touch made his hips buck, and she moaned softly, enjoying the way she was able to affect him. She turned her head over her shoulder, lips searching for Sylar's, still using her fingers on him with a feather-light touch while she kissed Sylar. She continued for a couple of minutes until he was panting and trying not to squirm with need under her caresses. Sylar cupped her chin and turned her head to face Peter again, and she noticed how strained he was becoming.
"Okay, here we go," she told him, and brought her hand up to his shaft so she could lower herself down onto him. Peter was so ready for her by this point that he didn't know how long he could last, and when he felt her slick walls surrounding him, he had to concentrate to avoid coming immediately. She pressed her hips into his, taking him deep inside her, clenching around him. He lifted up into her, and she started a rocking motion above him that felt like short thrusts around his cock. He needed more, and he moved his hands to her hips to lift her up slightly and let her sink down again. Sylar took over where Peter's hands were, and Peter let himself lie back and let them set the rhythm. Elle sat up to ride him, and Sylar moved his hands to Elle's front, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples, making her moan and making her nearly bounce up and down on him. Peter's hips were moving in time to hers; she felt so good around him, tightening and relaxing with every thrust. Elle's movements became faster and less controlled, and Peter felt her about to come. When she tightened convulsively around his cock, crying out his name, he brought his hands back to her hips to control the pace of a few deep thrusts into her, then he came himself, spurting inside her and moaning. She lay back limply against Sylar, breathing hard. Peter also tried to catch his breath, and a moment later, the two of them were grinning widely. So far the night was a success.
Sylar gently got down off of the bed from behind Elle. "I'll be right back. You kids keep catching your breath," he said and left the bedroom.
"Still with me?" Elle asked him, still somewhat breathless.
"Definitely," he replied. She moved to his side and flopped down beside him on the bed, resting her head on the pillow next to his. He looked over to her, and she tilted her head to give him a short kiss.
"This is fun," she said to him while she patted his cheek and smiled.
"This is a lot of fun," he agreed.
"We thought this might be just what you needed, too." she confessed. "Everything's been so serious for so long now, and it's really necessary to have an outlet."
"I don't know how I've managed this long," he joked.
"No, really. You might not realize it, but we worry about you. Sylar does even more than I do, I guess cause there was that whole brothers thing for a while. You two are more alike than either of you would care to admit, but it's true." Elle was pretty forthcoming in this state of post-coital relaxation. She propped herself up on one elbow to look him in the eye. "Are you sure this isn't too weird?" she asked. "You can tell me if it is, before he gets back. We can stop if you want to."
He reached up to brush an errant lock of hair away from her prettily flushed face and tuck it behind her ear. "I don't want to stop. You're right, I did need this -- I do."
She gave him a big happy smile. "I'm glad you're here. Speak up if there's something you want to do. Otherwise, we're liable to use the hell out of you."
He laughed, and Sylar walked back into the room then, balancing a plate with some cheese, crackers, and fruit in one hand and a pitcher of water and three glasses in the other. Elle got up to help him, and set the pitcher and glasses down on top of the dresser. Peter managed to get himself to a sitting position, feeling surprisingly comfortable still being naked around them.
Sylar brought the plate of food over to Peter and sat on the bed next to him, holding out the plate for Peter to pick out something to snack on. Peter ate a few pieces of cheese and a couple of grapes, then Elle brought them both glasses of water. Feeling slightly more rested and satisfied enough not to need a full meal for a while, Elle put the food and glasses back on the dresser.
"Peter, why don't you relax for a little bit longer, or not, as you see fit," Elle advised him, then crawled across the bed from one side to the other to capture Sylar's lips with her own. He responded hungrily to her kisses, then her hands found the drawstring of his scrub pants and untied it. He lifted his hips up off of the bed so she could help him take them off, then he began to undo the trail of buttons down the front of her dress and slide it down off of her shoulders. Peter sat back against the headboard of the bed and watched them passively as they undressed each other on the bottom half of the bed, kissing and caressing passionately.
It was easy for Peter to admire their physical beauty, and watching them touch each other and kiss was definitely exciting, the fantasy his mind had created come to life. Elle kissed a line down Sylar's chest to his stomach, and Sylar reclined slightly, obviously enjoying the feel of her lips and hands on his bare skin. Sylar turned to look at him briefly, and Peter made eye contact with him, wondering if Sylar didn't feel awkward at all in this situation, if he shouldn't feel more awkward than he did himself. He considered himself straight, but this was such a fucking turn-on, he was willing to do away with categories where the three of them together were concerned. Sylar turned his attention back to Elle, who had taken Sylar's erect cock in her hand and brought her mouth down around the tip, her tongue occasionally sneaking out from between her lips to stroke the underside of the head. Watching Elle go down on Sylar made his own cock harden again unexpectedly quickly. She took him deeper in her mouth, making humming noises as she worked her lips up and down his shaft. Sylar encouraged her gently with a hand on the side of her face, and he let his head lean back some, let her continue her ministrations while Peter looked on. At one point, Elle looked up at him while her lips were nearly at the base of Sylar's dick, and he was nearly overwhelmed by arousal. She moved her eyes downward to his lap, and slowed her movements. Then she released Sylar's cock from her mouth and sat up a bit.
"Show us how turned on you are, Peter. Touch yourself for us so we can see how much you want this," she said seductively, and his hand went straight to his dick. She smiled at him, his reward for being a good participant, and she kissed Sylar on the mouth. They both started watching him while he touched himself, his hand wrapped around his dick, moving up and down the shaft, over the tip every few strokes, working his cock faster and harder as he watched them look at him admiringly.
"Keep going," Sylar told him, then leaned toward him, running a hand up his leg to his knee slowly, testing how willing Peter was to let Sylar touch him. When Peter met his eyes steadily, still touching himself, his arousal evident, Sylar let his hand continue up Peter's thigh inch by torturous inch. Peter had to change the rhythm of his strokes to try to stall his orgasm. He bit his lower lip, and Sylar finally reached his hand out to take the base of Peter's cock in his hand, squeezing gently. Peter didn't even try to suppress the moan that escaped his mouth, and he took his hand away from his cock to let Sylar take over. Sylar's hand was so different from Elle's on his cock, strong and sure, easily finding a rhythm that brought him close to orgasm quickly. Then Sylar's other hand went to cup his balls, and he felt the familiar tightening. Sylar ran a finger back behind his sack toward his asshole, applying a little pressure, and it sent him over the edge. He came hard in Sylar's hand, spurting several times. As he recovered from the intense orgasm, he felt someone wiping him off gently with a soft towel, and he managed to focus in Elle, attending to him carefully. Sylar rubbed her back as she cleaned him up a little.
"That was...amazing," he volunteered, wondering if there was still more to come. Sylar was still rock-hard, and Peter was suddenly tempted to offer to do for Sylar what Sylar had done for him, to make him come so hard it took a moment to see clearly again. "Can I touch you?" he asked before he lost his nerve.
Sylar looked pleasantly surprised, but not for long, and he nodded. "Of course you can."
Elle's mouth made a delighted 'O', and she relaxed back to observe for a while longer, apparently enjoying how anxious her two men were to please each other.
Peter reached out tentatively to Sylar's abs, wanting to work up to jerking him off, or more. He stroked the skin on the other man's stomach gently, then moved his hands down to the tops of his thighs, feeling the wiry hairs there, and back up again to where his legs joined his torso, smoother skin giving way to a patch of dark rough hair, Sylar's fully erect thick cock in the center now the focus of his attention. He knew what he liked, so he hoped he would be able to make Sylar feel as good as he had. Peter gently wrapped the fingers of one hand around the shaft and started slowly moving up and down along Sylar's cock. He made a ring around the base with the thumb and first two fingers of his other hand and gradually tightened them, still working the shaft. He started moving faster up and down on Sylar's cock, looking up at his face to make sure Sylar was enjoying it, and if the satisfied smile on his face was any indication, he was. Sylar noticed Peter looking at him.
"Put your mouth on me," Sylar guided him. Peter hesitated for a second, then when he shifted his body so he would be able to, Sylar continued, "I want to feel that hot little mouth on my cock."
Peter lowered his mouth to take in the tip of Sylar's cock, laving it with his tongue while he worked his way down an inch at a time. Sylar groaned.
"That's it, Peter, take it deep." Peter was happy he could make Sylar moan like this. He enjoyed being able to give him pleasure, more than he thought he would have liked, and he felt a small surge of triumph every time Sylar's cock strained into his mouth. He started sliding his mouth up and down a little faster, careful to keep up as much suction as he could. "Oh, yeah," he heard from above him, and he couldn't resist making "mmm" noises himself, hoping Sylar would like it. "Peter, God," Sylar said, and Peter felt emboldened enough to sneak a knuckle down to brush against his balls. Sylar's hips bucked slightly, and the tip of his cock hit the back of Peter's throat. Both men moaned, and Peter let his finger continue to behind Sylar's balls, finding the ridge of skin there and pressing against it, stroking gently at first, then firmly. WIth every stroke and bob of Peter's head, Sylar thrust up into his mouth, and Peter got used to Sylar's cock filling him. Sylar began to let out loud, short gasps, and Peter increased the suction on Sylar's cock as much as he could, willing the man to come in his mouth. Sylar put a hand on the back of Peter's head, holding him close down over him so he could thrust deeply into his mouth, and Peter found he enjoyed it. A few slightly rougher thrusts into Peter's mouth, and he felt Sylar's warm salty cum fill the spaces in his mouth around the man's cock. He managed to swallow a couple of times to mostly keep the cum from leaking out of his lips, but the movement made it impossible. After Sylar's orgasm was complete, he put a hand on Peter's chin and slowly and gently backed his softening cock out of Peter's mouth, then sat back on the bed to relax, sated for the moment.
Elle crawled across the bed to Peter and leaned to him to kiss him on the mouth, taking his lower lip in between her teeth gently. "Nice work, baby," she told him in between kisses. "I want to go next."
"What do you want me to do to you?" Peter asked her, all hesitancy gone.
"I want you to use that mouth on me," she told him, kissing him again before she reclined onto the bed, opening her legs to him. Peter obliged immediately, placing soft kisses on her ankles and working his way up her calves and thighs before he reached her sensitive center. She was already wet, and he took a finger and slid it in between her folds, applying a slight pressure to her clit on the way up. She rewarded him with a moan and he lowered his mouth to follow the path of his finger with his tongue. He licked her clit with an upwards motion several times, then took the nub into his mouth and suckled gently, flicking his tongue across the tip, then nipping it with his teeth. Elle writhed under his touches, and he shifted so he could thrust his tongue inside of her, then he took two fingers and thrust them up quickly into her, making her gasp. He curled his fingers slightly, massaging her inner walls, and he felt her clenching around him. He used his thumb to work circles on her clit while he continued thrusting his fingers in and out of her, more roughly now, because she seemed to like it. He shifted upward so he could reach her breasts with his mouth and his free hand, and took one nipple in his mouth and sucked hard while he pinched the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, catching it between his fingernails. He bit down on her, steadily increasing the pressure on her nipple with his teeth, and when she withdrew slightly, he didn't let up, instead pulling back himself, and he heard her let out a deep long moan. He worked his fingers inside her fiercely, wanting to push her over the edge, to show her that he could make both of them come hard, with equal tenacity. He took her nipple deeper into his mouth and sank his teeth into her skin, and he felt her clenching around her fingers. He thrust into her and suckled her harder and harder, until she cried out and came, convulsing around his hand and arching her back up to his mouth. He gently withdrew his fingers from her, caressing her thighs as he left her, and he bit down on her breast slowly and deeply one last time, careful not to break the skin.
"Feeling pretty pleased with yourself, aren't you, Peter?" Sylar asked him. "You made us both come. Now, are you ready to let me take pleasure from you in another way?" Peter did feel good that he'd both of them moaning under him within minutes of each other.
"Yeah," he told Sylar. He was ready for more, ready to do whatever came next. His dick was starting to stiffen yet again. Maybe he would get to fuck Elle again, or maybe Sylar would blow him like he'd done for Sylar. Maybe Elle would take them both at once. Maybe--
"It's time to do something a little different." Sylar's coaxing tone stopped the scenarios rolling in his head.
"Okay," Peter agreed.
"Do you want the stuff out of the trunk now, baby?" Elle asked Sylar.
"I think it's time, don't you?" he answered her with a smile. She slid off of the bed and went to open the trunk.
"Get on your hands and knees, Peter."
He did what Sylar told him with only the slightest second of hesitation, already facing the foot of the bed. He could see himself perched on the bed in the mirror above the dresser on the opposite wall, Elle and Sylar clustered around him. He wasn't sure what Sylar had planned, but he knew it would most likely be as enjoyable as the rest of the night had been so far, so he wasn't worried.
"Do you trust me, Peter?" Had Sylar gotten a mind-reading power he didn't know about? He simply nodded, afraid his voice was going to fail him. "And you trust Elle?" He nodded again. "Then you're okay with letting us do what we think you will like? Even if it's something you've never done before?" He nodded once more, and Sylar accepted it at face value. He looked to Elle and held his hand out. She placed something in his hand, and when he unfolded it, Peter could see it was a length of heavyweight fabric, maybe calfskin, and Sylar set about fastening it around his wrist and the bed as a strap to secure him in place. The other wrist was also bound in the same way. Peter felt helpless and excited in the same breath. Bound to the bed like this, without any powers, he was at their mercy completely. Whatever they chose to do, he would have no choice but to accept.
"It's strangely freeing, isn't it? Knowing you are not in control. That everything that happens is due to someone else's initiative. Knowing that you can just be and let things happen as they will, and you have no decisions to make," Sylar, still kneeling on the bed next to him, bent over nearer to his ear and lowered his voice, "no one to save." Peter closed his eyes and listened to the sound of Sylar's voice, mentally soaking up the truth of what he was saying. "We're all here for the same reason. No one is fighting here. We just want you, and each other."
"Doesn't that sound like the best thing ever?" Elle chimed in from the foot of the bed, and he looked up to her. It sounded too good to be true, but maybe for just tonight...
Sylar rubbed Peter's back lightly, then Elle leaned over and kissed him softly on the mouth, and Peter was reassured. He let out a sigh, and Sylar seemed to take that as a signal to continue on to their next endeavor. Elle handed him something, shielding it with her hand as she passed them across Peter's back so he couldn't tell what they were. Sylar moved behind him, and he felt exposed and a little vulnerable, kneeling and tied by the wrists.
"I want to you to relax, Peter, do you think you can do that for me? Take a deep breath," Sylar encouraged him, and he did as he was told. Elle rubbed his face sweetly, and then he felt Sylar's hand on his ass. "You have got a beautiful ass, Peter. Objectively speaking."
"It's true," Elle agreed. Sylar continued to trace circles on his ass cheeks, the light touch arousing him. Then Sylar's hand moved away, and Peter looked in the mirror to see if he could see what Sylar was doing. He was looking down at whatever Elle had given him, then he met Peter's eyes in the mirror while he put the item down on the bed, seeming to confirm wordlessly one last time that Peter was ready, then returning his attention to Peter's body.
Peter both saw in the mirror and felt behind him Sylar reach to cup the sensitive skin where the rounded parts of his cheeks met, spreading them apart slightly with his thumbs and gently pressing upward with the palms of his hands. The touch made Peter exhale harshly, and Elle smiled at him. He lifted his head toward her, hoping she would take the hint to kiss him again. She did, and he leaned forward to be able to reach her better. She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed lightly on them so he rocked back toward Sylar some more, inadvertently pressing his ass harder into Sylar's hands. Sylar shifted his hands to grasp Peter's hips, squeezing and pulling him back even farther so that his ass was against Sylar's cock, hard again against Peter's soft skin. Peter moaned into Elle's mouth, and she worked her tongue against his. Peter backed into Sylar as far as he could manage with the restraints in place and was rewarded by the other man saying his name roughly and grinding his hips against him, then backing up and allowing his cock to drop below Peter's ass, brushing against his balls and his own cock. Peter felt himself harden even more, and he bit down on Elle's lip. She gleefully bit him back and then climbed onto the bed, settling herself on her back in between his tied wrists, sliding her legs down in between his knees.
Sylar moved his hands away from Peter, and Peter used the reprieve to lean over and kiss Elle again. She reached down between their bodies and lightly stroked his cock, and it danced in response to her touch. Then Peter felt a strange sensation between his ass cheeks, and he looked up at the mirror to see Sylar drizzling lube from a small bottle onto his ass. Sylar took some more lube and coated a couple of fingers on one hand as well, and Peter felt those fingers gently exploring the puckered skin around his asshole. He inadvertently tightened at first, then he heard Sylar tell him "Relax," and he took a breath and tried to keep himself opened up. He felt Sylar's fingers enter him slowly, and it felt tight and full and different from anything he'd felt before.
"Does that feel good, baby?" Elle asked him, and he nodded immediately. It did feel incredible, especially when Sylar pressed on a certain spot...
She continued stroking his cock, and Peter realized that Sylar must have shared the lube with Elle, because her hand was slick and fast against his shaft. He was feeling so many sensations that potentially could send him over the edge; he didn't want to come yet, though, so he took several deep breaths and concentrated and he held off for the moment.
Sylar withdrew his fingers, and Peter suddenly felt empty. Elle's hand slowed on him. He looked in the mirror at Sylar again, and saw him putting lube on his own cock. Peter was ready, he almost reflexively backed up to get closer to Sylar and spread his knees apart more. Sylar met his eyes in the mirror, then looked down at Peter's ass, spreading the cheeks apart with his thumbs, then grabbing his cock with one hand, poised at the entrance, ready to take Peter from behind, and Peter couldn't take his eyes off of the image of the three of them together in the mirror, Elle underneath him, Sylar behind him, himself in the middle, the center of their world. Sylar's cock slowly entered him, filling him tightly and stretching his walls. Any pain was negated by the sum of the other sensations, including Elle alternately stroking his cock and pinching just below the tip to keep him from coming, otherwise he would have come the second he felt the full length of Sylar's cock inside him. Sylar started to back slowly out of him and then began gentle thrusts, getting faster when it became obvious Peter was used to the movements. Elle maneuvered herself below him so that she could lift her knees up toward the foot of the bed, raising her hips so his cock was rubbing against her pussy as Sylar thrust from behind him. She took him in her hand and adjusted her hips so that she could guide him into her. Peter cried out at the feeling of taking and being taken at the same time, and both Sylar and Elle responded to his cries by increasing their pace, moving against him faster and harder. Peter grew almost frantic, bucking his hips back and forth between Sylar and Elle, feeling an incredible climax approaching. Sylar came first, slamming into him a few times quick and hard and causing him to bury himself deeper in Elle, and the two of them came shortly afterward.
They were all finally spent, and soon they carefully disentangled, and Sylar and Elle undid the straps holding Peter's wrists. They only had enough energy to lie on the bed together, occasionally one of them caressing another with a lazy hand. Peter, sandwiched between the other two, knew he would have to leave them eventually, but he wanted to relish how he felt just then, coveted and cherished.
"So, Peter," Sylar asked him teasingly, "are your brains still intact?" Elle giggled.
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Recipient: faded_facade
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/Elle/Peter
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 7846
Spoilers: general series through Volume 3
Warnings: Okay. Threesome, roleplay, slash, light bondage, basically just a lot of sex
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al
A/N: Thanks to my beta, superkappa!
A/N2: Written for the Spring '09 heroes_exchange. Yes, sometimes I write smut.
Summary: Peter goes to visit Sylar and Elle, expecting dinner, but getting so much more...
Elle greeted him at the door dressed, interestingly, in a short white dress with a long row of buttons down the front and white patent leather high-heeled shoes. He looked questioningly at the clipboard in her hand, and she gave him a big smile as he walked through the foyer into the living room.
"Petrelli, Peter. Here for your five o'clock appointment?" she asked him.
"Elle, what's going on? I thought we were all having an early dinner." He was confused. Not that Elle wasn't unpredictable - she was - and so was Sylar, to a lesser extent. But after they'd all taken part in shutting down Pinehearst and stopping his father, the three of them had been getting along, especially after his mother had admitted she'd only told Sylar he was a Petrelli to get him inside Pinehearst. The less Oedipal angst in their family dynamic, the better. The costume party vibe was a little strange, though, even for Elle.
"Oh, we'll feed you soon enough, don't stress out," she teased him. You just stay out here in the waiting room and I'll go tell Dr. Gray you're here." She started down the hall toward the bedroom, a suggestive wiggle in her hips emphasizing the shortness of her dress. Suddenly Peter felt a little uncomfortable due to the impure thoughts he was having about another man's girlfriend. She looked back at him over her shoulder, and the dress rode up even higher on her thighs. "Make yourself comfortable." She gave him a knowing smile, like she knew exactly what effect she was having on him. "We'll be with you in just one moment."
She finished the short walk down the hall and into the bedroom she shared with Sylar, and Peter heard her giggle mischievously before she closed the bedroom door behind her.
They'd been bugging him to have more fun, to relax more. He wondered if this whole nurse/doctor thing was some sort of ploy on their part to achieve that, whether he liked it or not. He heard some quiet conversational tones from their room and decided to sit on the couch and wait for them to do whatever it was they had planned. A moment later, Elle rejoined him in the living room.
"Well, the doctor is ready to see you now. Come on back." Elle indicated that he should follow her down the hall to the bedroom, then stepped aside for him to enter first. Once he was through the doorway, he noticed they'd redecorated. The room had a minimalist feel, and the dark wood-framed, king size bed made up with crisp, blindingly white sheets was obviously the focus. The only other pieces of furniture in the room were a sideboard-type dresser with a mirror on the wall above it and a trunk that looked like the same wood as the bed frame, and in one corner stood a Japanese folding screen. Sylar stood in front of the screen, smiling at Peter, and Elle joined him, putting an arm around his waist affectionately. He was wearing light blue scrubs that were a bit too tight for practical use in a medical facility. Peter had a thought.
"Is all this about that paramedic certification training I told you guys I was thinking about doing?"
Sylar laughed softly. "Trust me, Peter, this has nothing to do with work."
He still felt a twinge of skepticism, and Elle noticed and commented on it.
"Aw, puppy, do you think we're making fun of you because you were a nurse? I swear we're not," she reassured him, looking earnest.
"We think the entire healthcare profession is one of the most noble endeavors one can undertake, right, honey?" Sylar looked at Elle, who nodded in agreement.
"The clothes are not very exciting, but sure, doctors are cool. Most of them."
Sylar looked at Elle's outfit with one eyebrow raised appreciatively. "Not very exciting?"
"Oh, I'm not talking about me. The real ones." She waved off Sylar's disbelief.
"Right," Sylar agreed. "Because yours are definitely exciting. Wouldn't you say so, Peter?"
He'd been so busy listening to them go from reassuring him to admiring Elle's outfit that he wasn't prepared to comment right away. "Well..." he started, considering whether or not he should voice the thought that had popped unbidden into his mind -- that they both looked so hot in their sexed-up uniforms that he was growing more uncomfortable by the second wondering why they had dressed like that when they'd been expecting him for dinner. "Why are you guys dressed like that?" was what he settled for.
"Actually, Peter, we were hoping you could help us out with something," Sylar answered, and Elle bounced on the balls of her feet and clapped her hands gleefully, the motions drawing Peter's attention to the way her breasts strained against the fabric of the short white dress. His powers were gone, so he couldn't read their minds, but he was pretty sure he knew the direction this was heading in. The strangest part was that he didn't feel nearly as hesitant or apprehensive as he knew he should. Maybe it was because he'd been spending time with them regularly for a couple of months now, and the way the two of them radiated sexual attraction for each other whenever they were in the same room, so much so that by the time he was back at home by himself with the door closed behind him, he would have his fly undone and his hand on his cock. Sometimes while he jerked off, he pictured what they must be doing with each other, sometimes he imagined Elle going down on him, remembering the feel of her lips sparking against his from all those months ago in his cell at Primatech. He'd been using her then, but that didn't mean he hadn't relished the precious seconds of the novel sensation, and since then he occasionally wished he'd had the chance to let things go even further between them.
But that had been before she'd started dating Sylar. Things like that couldn't happen between them now that Sylar was in the picture. Could they? The way they were dressed, the way they were looking at him, he wasn't so sure. He needed a little clarification.
"What exactly do you need my help with?" he asked hesitantly, a part of him wondering if the answer was about to change the dynamic between the three of them in a no-going-back kind of way.
"It's sort of an experiment," Elle replied excitedly. "But not boring or creepy at all."
"We're curious about something," Sylar continued, "and we decided we could use someone with your particular abilities."
"I don't have my powers--"
"Not those abilities, silly." Elle crossed the few feet of polished hardwood floor, high heels clicking quickly until she was close enough to smooth the palms of her hands from the middle of his chest outward to his shoulders.
"Oh," was all he could manage to say. The way Elle was looking at him, like a present she knew she would get to open soon, made his breath catch.
"Maybe I should be a little more specific," Sylar clarified, coming over to stand behind him and put his hands gently on the backs of Peter's shoulders.
There had been a time in the recent past when he would have been worried, to say the least, about being physically surrounded by former serial killer Sylar and occasionally cruel, occasionally imbalanced Elle. His feelings about them had changed since the events at Pinehearst, had started changing even as early as when he'd seen the vision of the future where he and 'Gabriel' still thought they were brothers and there had been a small blond nephew.
Sylar with Elle made sense. She didn't try to change him, didn't have unreasonable expectations for him, so he was happy being himself instead of trying to be special, and he was the first person who freely gave her the love she'd always craved without making her jump through hoops to try to get it. He was a little envious of what they had; he wished he thought that it would ever happen for him, that he would find someone who truly knew what it had been like to live through the experiences he'd had, the stresses on him, the pressure he put on himself, whether they had an ability or not. He was starting to doubt that such a person even existed.
And since he was here with the two of them and they were apparently offering him a way to share in their good fortune, what would be the harm if he let it happen? If he let them guide him through whatever they had planned, and for once didn't worry so much about the outside world, he was fairly confident that everything would be fine. He had grown to trust them, even without the powers he could have used to protect himself if he'd needed to. He didn't even consider the possibility that he might need to anymore.
"See, Peter," Sylar began, his voice over Peter's shoulder near his ear, "there's a question we've been wondering about the answer to, and we thought you were the person we wanted to get to help us figure it out."
"Just you, not your powers, and definitely not your last name," Elle added. He reached a hand up, finally feeling comfortable enough again to initiate contact with either of them, and cupped her cheek softly in his hand. She returned his small smile warmly, then met Sylar's eyes behind him. Peter felt a warm hand on the back of his neck as he turned slightly to see Sylar's face for himself, to confirm for his mind what his instincts already knew -- that he was about to go along with whatever Sylar and Elle wanted him to do.
"What's the question? I hope I can help you answer it," he said as he looked from Elle to Sylar.
"I think you can," Sylar told him. "We want to find out if it is actually possible to literally fuck someone's brains out, and we want to use you as our test subject. We brought you here tonight to fuck you as many ways as we can think of, and as many times as we can manage, before we absolutely have to stop for sleep."
Peter was left speechless. He had known that they would probably suggest or imply something along those lines, but he hadn't expected Sylar to be quite so direct about it.
"It's not like any of us have to go to work," Elle added. "We really can just fuck over and over again until our bodies all wear out."
"Does that sound like something you want to do, Peter?" Sylar asked him quietly. Peter thought he must look apprehensive, considering how gently they were treating him.
He found his voice. "I hope you won't be disappointed by the answer to your question."
Hearing the agreement in his voice, Elle launched herself at him to give him a quick, hard hug, and her momentum pressed them both back against Sylar's chest. Sylar steadied them and brought his arms around to encompass both Peter and Elle in a hug of his own.
"This is going to be so much fun! We put something behind the screen for you," Elle told him as they broke the hug. "Go see."
Peter walked around behind the screen and found a small table with a folded white terrycloth robe. He took off his own clothes and folded them, placing them where the robe had been after he put it on. He took a deep breath; he was so turned on by all the possible scenarios running through his head of what was about to happen that he was already getting hard. He took a moment to tell himself that he had all night with them, that he should concentrate on enjoying the events as they unfolded, and then, tying the belt of the robe loosely around his waist, he rejoined Sylar and Elle on the other side of the screen. While he'd been changing, they'd gotten a couple of things ready in the room. Several fluffy white towels lay in a pile on top of the trunk at the foot of the bed, along with some massage oil, and one towel was spread out across the bed.
"We want you to have a good time with us, Peter," Sylar told him. "Do you think you can go along with us and trust us enough to know that whatever we want you to do is for pleasure? Ours and yours?"
Still feeling a little self-conscious, he nodded instead of speaking. He wanted to ask them what they wanted him to do, to ask how he should proceed, when Elle came to his side and placed her small hand in his to lead him to the side of their big bed. "I wanted to start with a massage to relax you. I thought you might be a little uptight about this whole thing, if you would even agree to it," she told him matter-of-factly.
"I was pretty sure you would go along with it if we approached it the right way," Sylar admitted. "I see the way you look at the two of us, how you're so reluctant to leave at the end of a night over here. I bet you go home and jack off thinking about doing this with us." Peter smiled at him and then at Elle, and, feeling the need to show them that he was a willing participant and not uptight, untied the robe and let it slide down his body. He was rewarded by their own smiles and the appreciative looks they both gave his body, including his rapidly hardening cock.
"Can we start the massage now?" he asked them, and Elle laughed with delight. She went to get the massage oil, and Peter lay face down on the bed, on top of the towel.
"Told you so," Sylar said teasingly to Elle.
"Fine, you win, you'll get your reward later." Climbing onto the bed next to Peter's torso, she explained, "We had a little bet going about whether you would say yes or not. You are not going to believe what he wants me to do to pay up."
"I might surprise you," he teased her.
"Oh, you already have. Just don't stop surprising me, and I'm happy to make good on that bet." She straddled his hips and kneeled above him, leaning over his back to drizzle some oil on him. It had been warmed, Peter realized as he felt the oil make contact with his skin. They were serious about making him feel relaxed and calm. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Elle's hands starting to rub the oil across his back and shoulders, lightly at first, then kneading his muscles, the tension leaving his body gradually as she massaged him. She lifted up a bit so she could position herself further down his body, straddling his thighs next. When she started massaging his ass, the relaxation began to turn into arousal, and he had to adjust the position of his hips to accommodate his growing erection. Elle realized why he was moving and moved a hand to between his waist and the bed, lifting up under his weight to encourage him to turn over. He opened his eyes and did as she wanted, and saw Elle looking at him with almost the same look she gave Sylar toward the end of the nights they all hung out together, the look that Peter took as his cue to leave. Tonight, though, they wanted him here with them. Sylar had been watching them, Peter thought; he hadn't heard Sylar leave the room during the massage. Peter looked at Sylar, trying to gauge once and for all if he was really okay with sharing Elle with him, with whatever else might happen between Sylar and himself. Sylar broke eye contact with Peter to take off his scrubs shirt, and Peter used the opportunity to glance down the other man's body. He noticed Sylar's chest was more muscular than he would have thought, and when he looked further down, he noticed the erection straining against the scrubs pants. Sylar smiled at him once he'd shucked the shirt completely. Sylar was okay with this, Elle was okay with this, they were all okay with this, and it was time to take things a little further.
"Elle, that felt really good. What do you want me to do next?" he asked, letting his hands creep up the sides of Elle's thighs. She smiled and looked back at Sylar.
"Join us?" she asked him playfully, and his weight sank into the mattress between Peter's feet. He caught Elle in an embrace from behind, looking over Elle's shoulder to Peter. Sylar brought a hand to Peter's hand and encouraged him to continue to caress Elle, moving his hand around to her stomach and up to beneath her breasts. Elle let out a sigh, and Peter moved both of his hands to cup her breasts while Sylar kissed her neck. Elle's eyes closed; she was obviously enjoying the attention from both men at the same time, and Peter wanted to sit up so he could kiss her. He started to move his legs out from underneath her, and she moved so he could get to a kneeling position on the bed, facing her. His hands went to her breasts again; he brushed his thumbs across her hardened nipples through the fabric of the nurse's dress and the lace of the bra below that. He leaned toward her, capturing her lips with his own, closing his eyes at first and taking in the sensation, then opening his eyes to try to make eye contact with Sylar again.
Sylar met his eyes and nodded encouragingly, then reached past Elle to place a hand at Peter's waist, drawing him closer in. This made Elle gasp with pleasure, and Peter decided to reach out to touch Sylar in the same way. He had been slightly apprehensive about the initial touch with Sylar as a part of any sexual contact, but it felt natural with the three of them together, all taking pleasure in the moment with one another, so he banished the last bits of self-consciousness from his mind and concentrated on enjoying the two people in bed with him.
Elle moved to press her hands against his chest. "Lie back," she told him, and they all shifted around to the arrangement she wanted, Peter lying on his back in the center of the bed, Sylar behind Elle to his right, and Elle straddling him, gently rubbing against his erection every few seconds. He was harder than he could remember being for a long time, and as much as he wanted to bury himself inside Elle, he wanted to do what she told him to do even more, to make her and Sylar happy.
"I want to start," Elle said over her shoulder to Sylar, who nodded and kissed her roughly. She nibbled at his lips, and Peter felt his cock bobbing while he watched them. She broke the kiss and turned back to him. "We have a lot of ground to cover tonight, Peter. Are you ready to really get started?"
"Just tell me what you want me to do," he told her, and he meant it. He was ready to follow whatever directions they gave him.
"We'll start off easy, baby, just to make sure you're really okay with everything." She leaned forward slightly, and Sylar reached down to start sliding her panties down her hips, the white lace rolling a little as the fabric tightened around her spread legs.
"I'm ready," he reassured her, watching as she lifted one leg so she moved to his side long enough to let Sylar take her panties completely off of her legs, shifting to help him, then she leaned over his chest, propping herself up with a hand above each of his shoulders, swinging her leg back over him to lower herself just above his cock. He involuntarily raised his hips upward to meet her soft thighs, and he saw Sylar smooth a hand along her lower back and press downward on her ass. He let out a deep breath. Elle lowered her face to his, kissing his lips hungrily, then withdrawing, sparking as she lifted up slightly, just like she'd done the time she'd kissed him at Primatech. Then she lifted her hips and reached one hand down to wrap around his cock, stroking it gently at first, then gripping him tighter and stroking harder. He started to think he was going to come in her hand when she loosened her grip and pinched him right below the tip, making him gasp.
"Not even close," she teased him, then moved her fingers down further to lightly touch his balls. As sensitive as he was at that moment, her touch made his hips buck, and she moaned softly, enjoying the way she was able to affect him. She turned her head over her shoulder, lips searching for Sylar's, still using her fingers on him with a feather-light touch while she kissed Sylar. She continued for a couple of minutes until he was panting and trying not to squirm with need under her caresses. Sylar cupped her chin and turned her head to face Peter again, and she noticed how strained he was becoming.
"Okay, here we go," she told him, and brought her hand up to his shaft so she could lower herself down onto him. Peter was so ready for her by this point that he didn't know how long he could last, and when he felt her slick walls surrounding him, he had to concentrate to avoid coming immediately. She pressed her hips into his, taking him deep inside her, clenching around him. He lifted up into her, and she started a rocking motion above him that felt like short thrusts around his cock. He needed more, and he moved his hands to her hips to lift her up slightly and let her sink down again. Sylar took over where Peter's hands were, and Peter let himself lie back and let them set the rhythm. Elle sat up to ride him, and Sylar moved his hands to Elle's front, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples, making her moan and making her nearly bounce up and down on him. Peter's hips were moving in time to hers; she felt so good around him, tightening and relaxing with every thrust. Elle's movements became faster and less controlled, and Peter felt her about to come. When she tightened convulsively around his cock, crying out his name, he brought his hands back to her hips to control the pace of a few deep thrusts into her, then he came himself, spurting inside her and moaning. She lay back limply against Sylar, breathing hard. Peter also tried to catch his breath, and a moment later, the two of them were grinning widely. So far the night was a success.
Sylar gently got down off of the bed from behind Elle. "I'll be right back. You kids keep catching your breath," he said and left the bedroom.
"Still with me?" Elle asked him, still somewhat breathless.
"Definitely," he replied. She moved to his side and flopped down beside him on the bed, resting her head on the pillow next to his. He looked over to her, and she tilted her head to give him a short kiss.
"This is fun," she said to him while she patted his cheek and smiled.
"This is a lot of fun," he agreed.
"We thought this might be just what you needed, too." she confessed. "Everything's been so serious for so long now, and it's really necessary to have an outlet."
"I don't know how I've managed this long," he joked.
"No, really. You might not realize it, but we worry about you. Sylar does even more than I do, I guess cause there was that whole brothers thing for a while. You two are more alike than either of you would care to admit, but it's true." Elle was pretty forthcoming in this state of post-coital relaxation. She propped herself up on one elbow to look him in the eye. "Are you sure this isn't too weird?" she asked. "You can tell me if it is, before he gets back. We can stop if you want to."
He reached up to brush an errant lock of hair away from her prettily flushed face and tuck it behind her ear. "I don't want to stop. You're right, I did need this -- I do."
She gave him a big happy smile. "I'm glad you're here. Speak up if there's something you want to do. Otherwise, we're liable to use the hell out of you."
He laughed, and Sylar walked back into the room then, balancing a plate with some cheese, crackers, and fruit in one hand and a pitcher of water and three glasses in the other. Elle got up to help him, and set the pitcher and glasses down on top of the dresser. Peter managed to get himself to a sitting position, feeling surprisingly comfortable still being naked around them.
Sylar brought the plate of food over to Peter and sat on the bed next to him, holding out the plate for Peter to pick out something to snack on. Peter ate a few pieces of cheese and a couple of grapes, then Elle brought them both glasses of water. Feeling slightly more rested and satisfied enough not to need a full meal for a while, Elle put the food and glasses back on the dresser.
"Peter, why don't you relax for a little bit longer, or not, as you see fit," Elle advised him, then crawled across the bed from one side to the other to capture Sylar's lips with her own. He responded hungrily to her kisses, then her hands found the drawstring of his scrub pants and untied it. He lifted his hips up off of the bed so she could help him take them off, then he began to undo the trail of buttons down the front of her dress and slide it down off of her shoulders. Peter sat back against the headboard of the bed and watched them passively as they undressed each other on the bottom half of the bed, kissing and caressing passionately.
It was easy for Peter to admire their physical beauty, and watching them touch each other and kiss was definitely exciting, the fantasy his mind had created come to life. Elle kissed a line down Sylar's chest to his stomach, and Sylar reclined slightly, obviously enjoying the feel of her lips and hands on his bare skin. Sylar turned to look at him briefly, and Peter made eye contact with him, wondering if Sylar didn't feel awkward at all in this situation, if he shouldn't feel more awkward than he did himself. He considered himself straight, but this was such a fucking turn-on, he was willing to do away with categories where the three of them together were concerned. Sylar turned his attention back to Elle, who had taken Sylar's erect cock in her hand and brought her mouth down around the tip, her tongue occasionally sneaking out from between her lips to stroke the underside of the head. Watching Elle go down on Sylar made his own cock harden again unexpectedly quickly. She took him deeper in her mouth, making humming noises as she worked her lips up and down his shaft. Sylar encouraged her gently with a hand on the side of her face, and he let his head lean back some, let her continue her ministrations while Peter looked on. At one point, Elle looked up at him while her lips were nearly at the base of Sylar's dick, and he was nearly overwhelmed by arousal. She moved her eyes downward to his lap, and slowed her movements. Then she released Sylar's cock from her mouth and sat up a bit.
"Show us how turned on you are, Peter. Touch yourself for us so we can see how much you want this," she said seductively, and his hand went straight to his dick. She smiled at him, his reward for being a good participant, and she kissed Sylar on the mouth. They both started watching him while he touched himself, his hand wrapped around his dick, moving up and down the shaft, over the tip every few strokes, working his cock faster and harder as he watched them look at him admiringly.
"Keep going," Sylar told him, then leaned toward him, running a hand up his leg to his knee slowly, testing how willing Peter was to let Sylar touch him. When Peter met his eyes steadily, still touching himself, his arousal evident, Sylar let his hand continue up Peter's thigh inch by torturous inch. Peter had to change the rhythm of his strokes to try to stall his orgasm. He bit his lower lip, and Sylar finally reached his hand out to take the base of Peter's cock in his hand, squeezing gently. Peter didn't even try to suppress the moan that escaped his mouth, and he took his hand away from his cock to let Sylar take over. Sylar's hand was so different from Elle's on his cock, strong and sure, easily finding a rhythm that brought him close to orgasm quickly. Then Sylar's other hand went to cup his balls, and he felt the familiar tightening. Sylar ran a finger back behind his sack toward his asshole, applying a little pressure, and it sent him over the edge. He came hard in Sylar's hand, spurting several times. As he recovered from the intense orgasm, he felt someone wiping him off gently with a soft towel, and he managed to focus in Elle, attending to him carefully. Sylar rubbed her back as she cleaned him up a little.
"That was...amazing," he volunteered, wondering if there was still more to come. Sylar was still rock-hard, and Peter was suddenly tempted to offer to do for Sylar what Sylar had done for him, to make him come so hard it took a moment to see clearly again. "Can I touch you?" he asked before he lost his nerve.
Sylar looked pleasantly surprised, but not for long, and he nodded. "Of course you can."
Elle's mouth made a delighted 'O', and she relaxed back to observe for a while longer, apparently enjoying how anxious her two men were to please each other.
Peter reached out tentatively to Sylar's abs, wanting to work up to jerking him off, or more. He stroked the skin on the other man's stomach gently, then moved his hands down to the tops of his thighs, feeling the wiry hairs there, and back up again to where his legs joined his torso, smoother skin giving way to a patch of dark rough hair, Sylar's fully erect thick cock in the center now the focus of his attention. He knew what he liked, so he hoped he would be able to make Sylar feel as good as he had. Peter gently wrapped the fingers of one hand around the shaft and started slowly moving up and down along Sylar's cock. He made a ring around the base with the thumb and first two fingers of his other hand and gradually tightened them, still working the shaft. He started moving faster up and down on Sylar's cock, looking up at his face to make sure Sylar was enjoying it, and if the satisfied smile on his face was any indication, he was. Sylar noticed Peter looking at him.
"Put your mouth on me," Sylar guided him. Peter hesitated for a second, then when he shifted his body so he would be able to, Sylar continued, "I want to feel that hot little mouth on my cock."
Peter lowered his mouth to take in the tip of Sylar's cock, laving it with his tongue while he worked his way down an inch at a time. Sylar groaned.
"That's it, Peter, take it deep." Peter was happy he could make Sylar moan like this. He enjoyed being able to give him pleasure, more than he thought he would have liked, and he felt a small surge of triumph every time Sylar's cock strained into his mouth. He started sliding his mouth up and down a little faster, careful to keep up as much suction as he could. "Oh, yeah," he heard from above him, and he couldn't resist making "mmm" noises himself, hoping Sylar would like it. "Peter, God," Sylar said, and Peter felt emboldened enough to sneak a knuckle down to brush against his balls. Sylar's hips bucked slightly, and the tip of his cock hit the back of Peter's throat. Both men moaned, and Peter let his finger continue to behind Sylar's balls, finding the ridge of skin there and pressing against it, stroking gently at first, then firmly. WIth every stroke and bob of Peter's head, Sylar thrust up into his mouth, and Peter got used to Sylar's cock filling him. Sylar began to let out loud, short gasps, and Peter increased the suction on Sylar's cock as much as he could, willing the man to come in his mouth. Sylar put a hand on the back of Peter's head, holding him close down over him so he could thrust deeply into his mouth, and Peter found he enjoyed it. A few slightly rougher thrusts into Peter's mouth, and he felt Sylar's warm salty cum fill the spaces in his mouth around the man's cock. He managed to swallow a couple of times to mostly keep the cum from leaking out of his lips, but the movement made it impossible. After Sylar's orgasm was complete, he put a hand on Peter's chin and slowly and gently backed his softening cock out of Peter's mouth, then sat back on the bed to relax, sated for the moment.
Elle crawled across the bed to Peter and leaned to him to kiss him on the mouth, taking his lower lip in between her teeth gently. "Nice work, baby," she told him in between kisses. "I want to go next."
"What do you want me to do to you?" Peter asked her, all hesitancy gone.
"I want you to use that mouth on me," she told him, kissing him again before she reclined onto the bed, opening her legs to him. Peter obliged immediately, placing soft kisses on her ankles and working his way up her calves and thighs before he reached her sensitive center. She was already wet, and he took a finger and slid it in between her folds, applying a slight pressure to her clit on the way up. She rewarded him with a moan and he lowered his mouth to follow the path of his finger with his tongue. He licked her clit with an upwards motion several times, then took the nub into his mouth and suckled gently, flicking his tongue across the tip, then nipping it with his teeth. Elle writhed under his touches, and he shifted so he could thrust his tongue inside of her, then he took two fingers and thrust them up quickly into her, making her gasp. He curled his fingers slightly, massaging her inner walls, and he felt her clenching around him. He used his thumb to work circles on her clit while he continued thrusting his fingers in and out of her, more roughly now, because she seemed to like it. He shifted upward so he could reach her breasts with his mouth and his free hand, and took one nipple in his mouth and sucked hard while he pinched the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, catching it between his fingernails. He bit down on her, steadily increasing the pressure on her nipple with his teeth, and when she withdrew slightly, he didn't let up, instead pulling back himself, and he heard her let out a deep long moan. He worked his fingers inside her fiercely, wanting to push her over the edge, to show her that he could make both of them come hard, with equal tenacity. He took her nipple deeper into his mouth and sank his teeth into her skin, and he felt her clenching around her fingers. He thrust into her and suckled her harder and harder, until she cried out and came, convulsing around his hand and arching her back up to his mouth. He gently withdrew his fingers from her, caressing her thighs as he left her, and he bit down on her breast slowly and deeply one last time, careful not to break the skin.
"Feeling pretty pleased with yourself, aren't you, Peter?" Sylar asked him. "You made us both come. Now, are you ready to let me take pleasure from you in another way?" Peter did feel good that he'd both of them moaning under him within minutes of each other.
"Yeah," he told Sylar. He was ready for more, ready to do whatever came next. His dick was starting to stiffen yet again. Maybe he would get to fuck Elle again, or maybe Sylar would blow him like he'd done for Sylar. Maybe Elle would take them both at once. Maybe--
"It's time to do something a little different." Sylar's coaxing tone stopped the scenarios rolling in his head.
"Okay," Peter agreed.
"Do you want the stuff out of the trunk now, baby?" Elle asked Sylar.
"I think it's time, don't you?" he answered her with a smile. She slid off of the bed and went to open the trunk.
"Get on your hands and knees, Peter."
He did what Sylar told him with only the slightest second of hesitation, already facing the foot of the bed. He could see himself perched on the bed in the mirror above the dresser on the opposite wall, Elle and Sylar clustered around him. He wasn't sure what Sylar had planned, but he knew it would most likely be as enjoyable as the rest of the night had been so far, so he wasn't worried.
"Do you trust me, Peter?" Had Sylar gotten a mind-reading power he didn't know about? He simply nodded, afraid his voice was going to fail him. "And you trust Elle?" He nodded again. "Then you're okay with letting us do what we think you will like? Even if it's something you've never done before?" He nodded once more, and Sylar accepted it at face value. He looked to Elle and held his hand out. She placed something in his hand, and when he unfolded it, Peter could see it was a length of heavyweight fabric, maybe calfskin, and Sylar set about fastening it around his wrist and the bed as a strap to secure him in place. The other wrist was also bound in the same way. Peter felt helpless and excited in the same breath. Bound to the bed like this, without any powers, he was at their mercy completely. Whatever they chose to do, he would have no choice but to accept.
"It's strangely freeing, isn't it? Knowing you are not in control. That everything that happens is due to someone else's initiative. Knowing that you can just be and let things happen as they will, and you have no decisions to make," Sylar, still kneeling on the bed next to him, bent over nearer to his ear and lowered his voice, "no one to save." Peter closed his eyes and listened to the sound of Sylar's voice, mentally soaking up the truth of what he was saying. "We're all here for the same reason. No one is fighting here. We just want you, and each other."
"Doesn't that sound like the best thing ever?" Elle chimed in from the foot of the bed, and he looked up to her. It sounded too good to be true, but maybe for just tonight...
Sylar rubbed Peter's back lightly, then Elle leaned over and kissed him softly on the mouth, and Peter was reassured. He let out a sigh, and Sylar seemed to take that as a signal to continue on to their next endeavor. Elle handed him something, shielding it with her hand as she passed them across Peter's back so he couldn't tell what they were. Sylar moved behind him, and he felt exposed and a little vulnerable, kneeling and tied by the wrists.
"I want to you to relax, Peter, do you think you can do that for me? Take a deep breath," Sylar encouraged him, and he did as he was told. Elle rubbed his face sweetly, and then he felt Sylar's hand on his ass. "You have got a beautiful ass, Peter. Objectively speaking."
"It's true," Elle agreed. Sylar continued to trace circles on his ass cheeks, the light touch arousing him. Then Sylar's hand moved away, and Peter looked in the mirror to see if he could see what Sylar was doing. He was looking down at whatever Elle had given him, then he met Peter's eyes in the mirror while he put the item down on the bed, seeming to confirm wordlessly one last time that Peter was ready, then returning his attention to Peter's body.
Peter both saw in the mirror and felt behind him Sylar reach to cup the sensitive skin where the rounded parts of his cheeks met, spreading them apart slightly with his thumbs and gently pressing upward with the palms of his hands. The touch made Peter exhale harshly, and Elle smiled at him. He lifted his head toward her, hoping she would take the hint to kiss him again. She did, and he leaned forward to be able to reach her better. She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed lightly on them so he rocked back toward Sylar some more, inadvertently pressing his ass harder into Sylar's hands. Sylar shifted his hands to grasp Peter's hips, squeezing and pulling him back even farther so that his ass was against Sylar's cock, hard again against Peter's soft skin. Peter moaned into Elle's mouth, and she worked her tongue against his. Peter backed into Sylar as far as he could manage with the restraints in place and was rewarded by the other man saying his name roughly and grinding his hips against him, then backing up and allowing his cock to drop below Peter's ass, brushing against his balls and his own cock. Peter felt himself harden even more, and he bit down on Elle's lip. She gleefully bit him back and then climbed onto the bed, settling herself on her back in between his tied wrists, sliding her legs down in between his knees.
Sylar moved his hands away from Peter, and Peter used the reprieve to lean over and kiss Elle again. She reached down between their bodies and lightly stroked his cock, and it danced in response to her touch. Then Peter felt a strange sensation between his ass cheeks, and he looked up at the mirror to see Sylar drizzling lube from a small bottle onto his ass. Sylar took some more lube and coated a couple of fingers on one hand as well, and Peter felt those fingers gently exploring the puckered skin around his asshole. He inadvertently tightened at first, then he heard Sylar tell him "Relax," and he took a breath and tried to keep himself opened up. He felt Sylar's fingers enter him slowly, and it felt tight and full and different from anything he'd felt before.
"Does that feel good, baby?" Elle asked him, and he nodded immediately. It did feel incredible, especially when Sylar pressed on a certain spot...
She continued stroking his cock, and Peter realized that Sylar must have shared the lube with Elle, because her hand was slick and fast against his shaft. He was feeling so many sensations that potentially could send him over the edge; he didn't want to come yet, though, so he took several deep breaths and concentrated and he held off for the moment.
Sylar withdrew his fingers, and Peter suddenly felt empty. Elle's hand slowed on him. He looked in the mirror at Sylar again, and saw him putting lube on his own cock. Peter was ready, he almost reflexively backed up to get closer to Sylar and spread his knees apart more. Sylar met his eyes in the mirror, then looked down at Peter's ass, spreading the cheeks apart with his thumbs, then grabbing his cock with one hand, poised at the entrance, ready to take Peter from behind, and Peter couldn't take his eyes off of the image of the three of them together in the mirror, Elle underneath him, Sylar behind him, himself in the middle, the center of their world. Sylar's cock slowly entered him, filling him tightly and stretching his walls. Any pain was negated by the sum of the other sensations, including Elle alternately stroking his cock and pinching just below the tip to keep him from coming, otherwise he would have come the second he felt the full length of Sylar's cock inside him. Sylar started to back slowly out of him and then began gentle thrusts, getting faster when it became obvious Peter was used to the movements. Elle maneuvered herself below him so that she could lift her knees up toward the foot of the bed, raising her hips so his cock was rubbing against her pussy as Sylar thrust from behind him. She took him in her hand and adjusted her hips so that she could guide him into her. Peter cried out at the feeling of taking and being taken at the same time, and both Sylar and Elle responded to his cries by increasing their pace, moving against him faster and harder. Peter grew almost frantic, bucking his hips back and forth between Sylar and Elle, feeling an incredible climax approaching. Sylar came first, slamming into him a few times quick and hard and causing him to bury himself deeper in Elle, and the two of them came shortly afterward.
They were all finally spent, and soon they carefully disentangled, and Sylar and Elle undid the straps holding Peter's wrists. They only had enough energy to lie on the bed together, occasionally one of them caressing another with a lazy hand. Peter, sandwiched between the other two, knew he would have to leave them eventually, but he wanted to relish how he felt just then, coveted and cherished.
"So, Peter," Sylar asked him teasingly, "are your brains still intact?" Elle giggled.
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