Fic: New Tricks
Title: New Tricks
Characters: Mohinder/Elle
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 663
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Heroes or its characters
Spoilers/Warnings: Dubcon, oral sex
Summary: Elle keeps Mohinder as her pet.
A/N: Originally written for the YAHAKM.
There were very few times that Elle asked for a pet that her father actually let her keep one. She had a goldfish briefly when she was seven; it died by electocution. After that her father let her keep two gerbils; electrocuted. For her eleventh birthday, Bob Bishop got his daughter a kitten. The next day it was electrocuted.
One could only wonder what he was thinking, then, when he acceded to another of Elle's requests for a pet - this time a living, breathing human being. Sure, he had turned out to be a double-crosser, a traitor, but that didn't mean his life didn't have value. It just meant that it didn't have value to Primatech, anymore - just one of its sociopathic employees.
"You're going to be a good boy for me, aren't you, Fight Club?" Elle grinned, running a brush through Mohinder's hair. She was seated on her bed, and he was sitting in front of her on the floor, staring hopelessly at the blank wall ahead of him.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied; it was a response conditioned in him after a few days of excrutiating electrical shocks. Unlike the kitten and the gerbils and the fish, Mohinder was a much faster learner.
"Do you know any tricks?" Elle asked, her voice lilting in a sing-song way.
Mohinder hesitated; the muscles in his neck twitched as though preparing to be shocked for a wrong answer. "I... I know a few."
"So why don't you show me, Mohinder?" She leaned in close, her breath moist in his ear. "Show me what tricks you can do. Or else." He heard the electicity crackle in her hand, the blue light it cast flickering against the beads of sweat on his skin.
"All right," he replied, turning to face her. He put his hands on her hips, playing at the waistband of her pants, searching for a way to unfasten them. He found the zipper at the side seam, and slowly he peeled the fabric of her pants away. She wasn't wearing anything underneath; it was as though she knew this would happen eventually, and was prepared for it.
"Lean back," he suggested.
"I like it fine just like this," Elle smiled, sending a spark down his spine for the unwarranted command. He shuddered, having forgotten that she was the only one allowed to give orders. She shimmied a little to lower her pants, placing her feet on his shoulders. Sitting straight up, she could look down at him, keeping an eye on what he was doing.
He kissed the soft mound where the folds of her slit met up, slowly working his way downward until he found her sweet spot. He twirled his tongue around it as she sighed appreciatively. Encouraged, he traced her slit even deeper between her legs, finding her core. Tentatively he sent his fingers inside, one at first, then two, then three, pumping in and out while still toying with her clit using his tongue. She finally reclined on her own, unable to take it anymore, and he took this as his cue. Rising from his knees, he undid his own pants and let loose his hardening cock. Without hesitation he plunged straight into her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he continued to thrust.
"No one told you you could do that yet," Elle threatened, creating a ball of electricity in her hand, but it was too late for Mohinder to stop. "Stop, Mohinder," Elle commanded, but he didn't listen. "Stop," she warned once more. She shocked him through the moisture between her legs, shocked him right in the cock, and it had the opposite of the desired effect - he shuddered and came and collapsed on top of her, gasping.
While he struggled to catch his breath, Elle's eyes narrowed. "You're a very bad boy, Mohinder," she said, disappointed. She shocked him again, so powerfully that he groaned and convulsed. "And bad boys don't make good pets."
Characters: Mohinder/Elle
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 663
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Heroes or its characters
Spoilers/Warnings: Dubcon, oral sex
Summary: Elle keeps Mohinder as her pet.
A/N: Originally written for the YAHAKM.
There were very few times that Elle asked for a pet that her father actually let her keep one. She had a goldfish briefly when she was seven; it died by electocution. After that her father let her keep two gerbils; electrocuted. For her eleventh birthday, Bob Bishop got his daughter a kitten. The next day it was electrocuted.
One could only wonder what he was thinking, then, when he acceded to another of Elle's requests for a pet - this time a living, breathing human being. Sure, he had turned out to be a double-crosser, a traitor, but that didn't mean his life didn't have value. It just meant that it didn't have value to Primatech, anymore - just one of its sociopathic employees.
"You're going to be a good boy for me, aren't you, Fight Club?" Elle grinned, running a brush through Mohinder's hair. She was seated on her bed, and he was sitting in front of her on the floor, staring hopelessly at the blank wall ahead of him.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied; it was a response conditioned in him after a few days of excrutiating electrical shocks. Unlike the kitten and the gerbils and the fish, Mohinder was a much faster learner.
"Do you know any tricks?" Elle asked, her voice lilting in a sing-song way.
Mohinder hesitated; the muscles in his neck twitched as though preparing to be shocked for a wrong answer. "I... I know a few."
"So why don't you show me, Mohinder?" She leaned in close, her breath moist in his ear. "Show me what tricks you can do. Or else." He heard the electicity crackle in her hand, the blue light it cast flickering against the beads of sweat on his skin.
"All right," he replied, turning to face her. He put his hands on her hips, playing at the waistband of her pants, searching for a way to unfasten them. He found the zipper at the side seam, and slowly he peeled the fabric of her pants away. She wasn't wearing anything underneath; it was as though she knew this would happen eventually, and was prepared for it.
"Lean back," he suggested.
"I like it fine just like this," Elle smiled, sending a spark down his spine for the unwarranted command. He shuddered, having forgotten that she was the only one allowed to give orders. She shimmied a little to lower her pants, placing her feet on his shoulders. Sitting straight up, she could look down at him, keeping an eye on what he was doing.
He kissed the soft mound where the folds of her slit met up, slowly working his way downward until he found her sweet spot. He twirled his tongue around it as she sighed appreciatively. Encouraged, he traced her slit even deeper between her legs, finding her core. Tentatively he sent his fingers inside, one at first, then two, then three, pumping in and out while still toying with her clit using his tongue. She finally reclined on her own, unable to take it anymore, and he took this as his cue. Rising from his knees, he undid his own pants and let loose his hardening cock. Without hesitation he plunged straight into her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he continued to thrust.
"No one told you you could do that yet," Elle threatened, creating a ball of electricity in her hand, but it was too late for Mohinder to stop. "Stop, Mohinder," Elle commanded, but he didn't listen. "Stop," she warned once more. She shocked him through the moisture between her legs, shocked him right in the cock, and it had the opposite of the desired effect - he shuddered and came and collapsed on top of her, gasping.
While he struggled to catch his breath, Elle's eyes narrowed. "You're a very bad boy, Mohinder," she said, disappointed. She shocked him again, so powerfully that he groaned and convulsed. "And bad boys don't make good pets."