The Solitude on Level 5 - Sylar/Elle
The events in the following story happen shortly after Elle discharges the burst of electricity, causing the inmates on Level 5 to escape. Special guest stars; Noah Bennett and Angela Petrelli.
Solitude on Level 5 - Sylar/Elle
Prologue:
Once Bennett was gone and Elle was left alone with him, it was amazing how quickly she took to stripping and washing him as she pleased. To think how scared she had been at first; scared to touch, even to look at him. But she was afraid in the beginning for another reason.
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It was one of those times, with its crazy misplaced fear - a time when suddenly it wasn't the bloodshed that Elle dreaded, as much as the acceptance. May be it was the fact that Elle's mother had left her at a very young age that sparked these emotions. Now that her father was gone she had no one and the person responsible was now locked up. Thanks in part to her power but she had also let out a handful of inmates that could possibly be just as dangerous, given the opportunity.
It must have been the rumors that followed him, since the time she went along with Noah to do surveillance that brought on her curiosity. Everyone at Primatech knew what he had done, with the others, who like herself possessed abilities. They had all heard about the painter, Isaac Mendez and Ted Sprague. Things were different of course; the sedatives made him incapable of movement, consuming him with an unshakeable drowsiness.
Elle couldn’t cast off the uneasy sense that she had let other, dangerous, prisoners escape. Because she had let it happen she stood there watching by the window, watching as Gabriel laid there on the concrete slab. His dark hair, thick and straight. As Noah put the IV’s into him his head moved this way and that, rustling his hair to reveal bits of scalp that looked as tender as wounds.
He was wearing a short sleeved grey shirt and black slacks. Under the glow of the lighting he shimmered all over as though dusted with powdered glass. Angela, the person now in charge, was talking to Noah, who not long ago had been held in one of the bunkers. His face was clenched; his ploy for when things got difficult. And here was a difficult situation - all the level 5 prisoners had escaped and he was being ordered to bring them all back.
Angela was shouting, annoyed that one mishap had caused so much trouble. Elle knew almost immediately, from the way Angela glared at her that she was to blame for all of this.
Elle turned her attention back to the man lying unconscious on the slab. She gave a quick glance over to where Angela and Noah had been talking but they were gone. A jolting thought crossed her mind that this might be her only chance to avenge her father - although in the next instant Elle knew that she shouldn’t. Seconds later, appearing out of thin air, Noah stood by the glass keeping his distance, while she looked at Sylar.
“I’ve just been given my position back and ordered to bring back the prisoners.” The only thing Noah said as he turned and walked away. As soon as he vanished Elle entered the room, examining him, eyeing the dried blood along one cheek. She put her palm down on the slight frown creasing his brow then slapping him she yelled, “How could you kill my father?! The only person I had left in this world…” tears flowing from her eyes with every smack, her hand leaving a stripe on his skin.
Noah had always talked about Sylar as a bully; always taking, always wanting more; he was a liar, telling the truth only if the truth was what it took to get his way.
In fact, there was only one other person she had known who fit that description. Her Father. And although the things he did couldn’t be revoked, he was the only parent she had. Elle was not yet weaned when her mother left her in the crib with a note to her father; leaving to drown herself in the Pacific Ocean.
Elle’s attention drifted back to Sylar or Gabriel as she once used to call him, who just laid there untouched. He wasn’t alert enough to use his powers, let alone escape.
Days passed and it seemed as though she was his only company. Noah was long gone, tracking down the others who had escaped, while Angela went about her own business.
As Elle stood there observing him a thought entered her mind and it wasn’t long before she had opened the door to his cell. Despite the fact that he killed her father, he was still the person she had once met long ago when she and Noah had begun to watch him.
She had visited him often and frequently enough to know that no one ever came to check up on him, it was as if he no longer existed. As Elle entered the cell with the necessary items, she could hardly wait to get started filling the small tub with warm water. No sooner after she had disabled the cameras in his room that she got down to business.
Early on Elle had taken off his clothes, replacing them with a hospital gown, leaving it loose, in the middle, like a sheet. It would make it easier when she bathed him. She took the gown off now and saw for the first time what he looked like, lying there on the cold bed, stripped utterly naked. Huge. And very hairy. Tangled skeins of dark thread covered his chest, belly, arms and legs; the threads darker at the crotch, forming a thick nest there, around the most startling part of his body.
It seemed to blossom firm and ripe, with a good healthy color to the skin; thick through the scrotum but so fine on the penis that the veins showed up like lines drawn in ink. A thorough soap and scrub was what Elle had planned, she was alone and it was safe. But just standing over his exposed body, free to inspect any and all parts to satisfaction - just taking the secret liberty put her in a state. What if he came to somehow and his eyes were to shed their confusion and turn like searchlights on her.
Elle gave him the sponging; she even took care not to avoid the nest. But she didn’t linger; Elle went about it rather briskly, hardly looking, almost entirely by feel. After she finished she went and sat by the door looking at the flickering light bulb, mimicking it in her hand with a small spark.
After a while I got up and stood next to him where he laid there motionless. Elle stood there watching; weary because of the insomnia she had been suffering days before, but bolt awake.
“Why do you feel the need to kill?” Elle whispered, running her fingers through his hair. There was a chill that ran up her spine as her head swam from fatigue.
Elle lay alongside him, pressing herself very close. After a while she loosened the gown around his waist and crawled in until they lay side by side, cocooned. She woke up when she had visions about my father, his skull cut open.
Elle’s head was on his chest, her neck was stiff and when she started to rub it she found her fingers were wet.
But what from?
Elle swept her hand across his belly - and there near his crotch was the wet patch. The moisture trailed out of the tip of his sex which lay horizontally - fuller than she remembered - across his thigh. She touched the moisture, which was clear and a little slippery. There was no odor to it. But it tasted slightly salty.
Nothing seemed pressing anymore save the need, the urgent need, to hold him hostage. Nothing else mattered to her, nothing.
Elle rummaged between his legs and almost immediately, her fingers were wet. All she wanted was to keep the liquid flowing - the little bit of liquid that emerged bead by bead at the nick of the crown on his mushroom shaped sex.
She bent over to taste it at the source; she did it with the utmost care, as though licking the nectar off of a thorn. But soon she grew reckless from a kind of greed, kneeling to face him as she continued the milking. Elle had never known such power over another being - there he was, at her feet, exposed, unknowing, wholly at her mercy.
So what if his eyes flared open without warning and he watched her with that roaming gaze less than pleasurable, less than human really? So what if he attempted to get up? It would have taken a lot more to wrestle her away from her task at hand, her dogged extraction of the juice that kept coming - only by the eyedropper full, its true; but the miracle was that it kept coming.
No sooner had she licked up a droplet than another would seep through the nick in that tender flesh like a runnel of sap. A little kneading, a little rubbing and out it oozed.
Was it the slight saltiness that set off the thirst in her - a thirst that water alone simply could not quench?
Again and again she got up only for air; the endless sips of the drink consuming her. That little spot of moisture seeping through his sex was what was giving her satisfaction.
Is it surprising that by now she was rubbing between her own legs as well, in rhythm with the steady tapping of his sap? Given what she knew already; it wasn’t so hard to finger her with one hand, coaxing the drip out of him with the other - while also managing to lick. All the while she marveled at the slick rosy tip of his strange, strange growth, rubber-soft one minute and hard enough the next so that the veins beat against her fingertips.
At last her licking gave way to outright sucking, in time to the sucking that pulsed between her legs just before the long tremor kicked in.
Elle had shed all her clothes a while ago, dropping it on top of his gown which lay on the floor where she had flung it. She was knelt beside him, facing his feet. The air in the room was so warm that she could smell his cologne, faintly. Elle kept returning to this salty, thirsty-making moisture to quench her thirst.
As she squatted over him, facing his feet and bending over to drink at the source, she happened to lower her crotch onto his hand, which lay with its fingers curled, palm up, by his side. That touch, so slight, grazed her to the quick and all she had to do - without interrupting the sucking - was to rock back and forth, back and forth, over his open hand while she climbed to that edge from which the body aches to plummet.
Elle plummeted, shooting forward until her head came to rest at his feet.
After a while she turned around and nuzzled his hand, only to discover slickness on his fingers, so like the slickness on her own.
Did their liquids taste alike?
They did.
Elle wanted him to taste the both of them. She wiped his wet hand on one of her breasts and brought it against his lips. Then she lowered her other breast down to the moisture at the tip of his sex, rubbing it around before doing what she had done with the other breast. The thirst was so acute now that she could barely swallow. Elle placed her mouth over his, probing deep with her tongue - over and under his, all along his teeth, between his gums and lips.
His breath was musty, his taste sour-sweet and the combination made her mouth water. She went for his ears, first one then the other, licking along the curves and dents as she moved down over his chest and belly; down into the depths of his genitals. That’s when she moved up to straddle his face.
Elle faced him on her knees, shifting them farther and farther apart until the very core; the very heart of that hidden cleavage between her legs was split wide open and planted squarely on his mouth. Now they were engaged in a long wet kiss; it was her lips, I should say those other lips - that were doing the kissing as they smeared their saliva onto his.
Elle moaned as she pressed down harder, circling faster, kissing deeper.
In the throes of the shudders that sent her sprawling across his face, she glimpsed at what it was like, that letting go and slipping away from the surge of inseparable pleasure and pain.
After a while her skin prickled and she sensed, before she actually saw, the light that she was lying in that chilled rather than warmed.
Elle picked up her clothes, putting it back on quickly and picking up his gown, carefully putting it back on him.
As soon as she locked the door to his cell, Angela appeared. Had she seen her brief lapse of judgment?
Epilogue:
Shortly after Angela met Elle outside of his cell they talked, Angela told her that because of her reckless abandon she had let a whole floor of dangerous people out. Since Elle's father was no longer in charge of the company Angela was the person in charge and fired her... Elle didn't know where else to go, being the company girl was all she knew how to do. At least she had one more adventure before she left.
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Sitting in Bob's office was Angela, deeply interested on whatever she had found on the computer.
"So she thinks she can take advantage of Gabriel while he's staying with us... I'll have to quickly put a stop to this." Angela said as she got up and headed for level 5.