fic: Commonality
Title: Commonality
Pairing: Sylar/Elle/HRG
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Just as surely that Gabriel's feelings towards the girl resurfaced, so did his own.
A/N: story and pairing was requested by db01_french, I'm playing off the 3.03 "One of Us, One of Them" episode. Much thanks to dragynflies for talking me through some ideas and for the encouragement to write this story!
Originally Posted: 3/22/2009 ( here)
He's not sure which is more unsettling in his mind. The Haitian being replaced or Angela's brisk announcement that she has a long lost son.
The Haitian is being temporarily replaced by that monster. The monster that attacked his daughter and gained her power before coming to feast at Primatech. Angela Petrelli looks at him with a confident and somewhat unsettling gaze. Now that he's in their custody, he perhaps could be rehabilitated.
Noah groans inwardly. Rehabilitate the very same man that he helped reveal the true nature of? Sounds like hell. The two had nothing in common. Gabriel, no, Sylar was a killer, nothing morally gray about him. He didn't care about people, he only cared about their powers and how he could obtain them. Usually with a cranial slice and some exposing of the brain. And now, he's a Petrelli? Noah shakes his head in frustration.
Wait, maybe there was one thing they had in common. As Noah watches a drugged up Sylar through the now shatterproof glass, he remembers the former watchmaker's feelings about one of his former partners. Ironically enough, she was the reason Gabriel's now Sylar and that he was lying on a cold slab of concrete in the cell. He had tried to kill her but she overloaded and her electricity knocked him unconscious.
Long enough for Noah to drag his body into his own cell and strap him down to the table and hook up the lithium drip.
Elle
Angela dismissed her just as easily as she had told him that she was assigning the Haitian with someone else temporarily. Noah doesn't know what kind of plan she has but he doesn't like this game she's playing. Not with a monster like that.
He narrows his eyes at the silent man. They may have to work together but they would never be partners.
---
Angela sends the two out on an assignment. Not much detail is given except that they are to find their target and bring the person back to Primatech unharmed. Their target could be found at John F. Kennedy International Airport and off the two go.
Noah refuses to relinquish his status as superior and he slides into the driver's seat and barely utters a word to Gabriel, as he's now being called again upon Angela's insistence. To his credit, Gabriel doesn't try to strike up any conversation either, knowing how precarious their situation is.
Once at the airport, they park their car and side by side, walk into the busy terminal.
"Do we have any idea who we're looking for?" Gabriel asks.
Noah eyes him frostily. "I'm sure if it's an escapee from Level 5, I'll recognize them,"
Their eyes scan the packed crowd and they both zero in on her at the same time. She looks alone, small, and fragile. But it's unmistakable to see the small sparks that light up her skin every five seconds.
"Elle," Gabriel breathes and he starts walking towards her.
"No," Noah puts his arm out to stop the other man from moving. "You really think she wants to see you? Considering you tried to give her your trademark haircut?" Under his sneer is an odd tightening in his throat. Just as surely that Gabriel's feelings towards the girl resurfaced, so did his own.
He'd die before he admitted it to anyone. Bob Bishop's girl was a pretty one. A pretty but sociopathic girl with enough issues to combat Gabriel's. Growing up within the confines of Primatech had unhinged her, treating everything so much like a fun game that only she could win. And did she win. Noah remembers when Bob had to physically drag Elle out of Adam's cell and later, he saw the tape of what happened. Elle had quite the body, even at sixteen years old, and she knew how to use it. So young and twisted, quite the opposite of his Claire. And that's where the attraction was. The fact that she was the opposite side of the coin.
Noah remembers his own jealousy flaring up when Elle did her little song and dance for Gabriel, starting with that peach pie and all the "special just the way you are" talk. He had been too happy when she ran back to the van in tears and saw Gabriel, no, Sylar, for what he really was. A monster all too consumed in taking powers.
---
Noah doesn't know how Gabriel does it. Doesn't know what false promises he made to her to get her to come along with them. But he does do it and now the three of them are in this hotel room in Manhattan.
Up close, they can see how worse for the wear Elle is. Dark weary circles under her eyes, a faint irritated line partway across her forehead, and her powers going haywire every few seconds.
On the far side of the room, Noah's leaning against the mahogany desk, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. He watches Gabriel kneel down in front of Elle who's sitting on the edge of the bed and looking nervous. He can't hear the other man's words but he can see Elle's face gradually soften and blue sparks across her skin are less frequent. Noah's about to object when he sees Gabriel gently reach up to cup Elle's face. Instead, he sees her lean into his palm and Noah forces himself off the desk and walks over to where the two are.
They both look up at him as he wordlessly sits down next to her, twisting his body so he could tentatively place his hands on her shoulders and start rubbing. Noah can feel the tension that's stuck in her shoulders and he works to get them out. From behind Elle, he looks over her shoulder and down at Gabriel. The two men lock eyes and a silent truce is called. The rest of the night would not be about the two men bickering, trying to one up the other. It would be about Elle.
"The pain's gone," she whispers when she realizes that she's no longer randomly sparking at all. Her hand reaches up to cover his, which is still cupping her face. His hand is warm underneath hers.
Gabriel smiles at her, real affection coming across. It's reminiscent of the shy watchmaker Elle and Noah had seen a year ago. He slowly rises and leans forward to kiss her. At first, it's a shy kiss with lips barely parted. It's the long awaited first kiss between that watchmaker of yesteryear and his angel with a broken watch.
When they part, Gabriel stands up and his hands leave her face. Noah then makes his move, lowering his head to kiss her shoulder through the fabric of her shirt. Elle slightly shivers and when she turns her head to look at him, he captures her mouth with his. She tastes faintly of cherry, no doubt a Slush-O she probably picked up at one of the airport food places.
Breaking off the kiss for some air, Elle looks back and forth between the two men. Her mouth in a firm line, she grabs Noah's hand and stands up from the bed, making him get up with her. Her other hand takes one of Gabriel's. She's now sandwiched between the two men, holding each of their hands. She brings them to her lips where she gives them each a light kiss before murmuring, "I need you both."
She lets go of both men's hands. Gabriel bends down to work on getting her pants button and zipper undone while Noah tugs her shirt up over her head. When they're done, she's standing before them in a pale pink bra and a matching pair of low rise bikinis.
Elle turns to Noah, her eyes locked on his. She removes his glasses before her hands go work to unbutton his shirt and then down to undo his pants button and zipper. During this, Gabriel comes up behind her, smoothing his hands over her back after undoing the clasp on her bra. Her hands take a small break long enough for him to slide her bra straps down her arms and off her body.
Once free of his clothes, Noah places his hands on Elle's face and draws it to hers for a deep kiss. She's on her tip toes as she kisses him and Gabriel bends down to leave a trail of kisses down her spine, stopping at the small of her back to slide her panties down her legs. She steps out of them as she places her hands on Noah's chest, pushing him down onto the bed. Elle grabs him, running her hands along his length.
Noah groans as he feels a little current dance along his skin. Her hands are working their magic on him. She strokes him to hardness before she wraps her mouth around his dick. She left wet kisses up and down his length before returning to suck on the tip. She cups his balls and gives them a gentle squeeze, which makes Noah grunt with pleasure.
As Elle is busy sucking on his dick, Noah peers over her shoulder and sees Gabriel's eyes darken with lust. The other man's clothes are already on the floor and it isn't long until he situates himself behind Elle. Gabriel reaches in between her legs, his hand ghosting over her folds before brushing up against her clit. She moans against Noah's dick and the vibrations send a not unpleasant feeling through Noah's body.
Gabriel can feel how hot and wet she is and he slides a finger into her. He thrusts his finger in and out of her a few times before adding another finger. The only thing she does is suck harder on Noah, nearly bringing the man to orgasm. But before he does, she takes her mouth away from his dick, sitting up to grind down against Gabriel's fingers. With his free hand, he sweeps her hair over one shoulder to place a kiss along the base of her neck. Then he slides his wet fingers out of her.
Desperate to feel something again, Elle grips the base of Noah's cock as he straddles him and eases down. Noah can feel how wet she is from Gabriel's stimulation and he slides in easily. His hands go to her hips and grip hard to hold her steady. Suddenly Elle is still and Noah can feel her walls clench around him and when she slightly shifts her body, he lets out a groan as pleasure washes over him.
"Don't come yet," Elle warns.
As Elle starts riding Noah, Gabriel pushes her forward to her chest is flush with Noah's and her face is hovering inches away from his. Before he slips in his fingers which are still wet with her juices, he adds a little of his own saliva. Then he pushes his fingers into her ass and Elle gasps, her face wincing slightly.
Noah can feel Gabriel's fingers through the thin wall and he sucks in his breath. He can't believe he's engaging in this and with him. But he soon stops thinking when Elle's mouth is pressed against his neck and she's moaning as Gabriel slowly starts spreading his fingers, stretching her out. With his other hand, Gabriel is slowly stroking himself until his dick is hard and precum seeps out.
Elle stops moaning and instead bites down on Noah's shoulder when Gabriel takes his fingers out and pushes his dick into her. "Stop!" She lifts her head long enough to order the two men. Gabriel freezes, a look of panic crossing his face for a split second. Noah himself looks up at Elle with a worried gaze.
After a few moments which seems like eternity to both men, Elle nods slightly. Both men wait for her to establish a rhythm. Gabriel pulls out as Elle thrusts down on Noah and he pushes back in when she pulls away from Noah. It's a perfect rhythm that allows both men to focus solely on pleasing Elle. Noah's hands move down to Elle's thighs as Gabriel's hands hold onto Elle's waist.
Her face flushes red and her breaths are coming out in small quick pants. It's not long before she comes and her hands clamp down onto Gabriel's as electricity shoots out from her palms. Her orgasm makes her tighten wonderfully around Noah and he can't stop his own orgasm this time. Grunting, he comes inside her and they all can see red handprints on her thighs from where he had gripped them after he lets go.
Noah's body relaxes immensely following his orgasm and he faintly feels Elle lifting or being lifted off of him. He pulls himself up so his back is against the headboard and watches Gabriel and Elle, both on their knees, fucking in front of him. Gabriel takes a hand away from her hip and reaches to pinch her clit between this thumb and index finger. Elle's back arches and she throws her head back, landing on Gabriel's left shoulder.
"Gabriel," she begins to pant as she feels another orgasm building up in her body. A few seconds later, she comes again and Gabriel follows. Elle falls forward on the bed and Noah leans to catch her, sliding her up until she's sitting next to him, her head laying on his shoulder. They both look at Gabriel who's sitting on his heels, his hands simply laying in his lap. Elle tiredly stretches an arm towards him, reaching for him. He looks at her hand and carefully places his hand in hers. Their fingers lace and she tries to tug him towards her and Noah.
Gabriel avoids Noah's eyes as he moves to Elle's other side, hands still together. The three of them remain like that for awhile, Elle sandwiched between two men who don't dare look at each other.
Noah's wondering where the three of them could possibly go on from here. Elle's supposed to be taken back to Primatech for reasons Angela never disclosed to him. Gabriel will still be his "one of them" in this twisted pairing of "One of Us, One of Them". Noah turns his head and gives Elle a brisk kiss on the forehead, sneaking a peek at her hand still intertwined with Gabriel's. It serves as a reminder that he'll never have Elle to himself as a part of her will always belong to Gabriel. He sets his mouth in a firm straight line as he rests his head back against the headboard, his eyes gazing up at the ceiling.
When Elle shivers, Gabriel is the first to suggest getting under the covers. Noah begrudgingly agrees and the three slide under the comforter. Each man wraps a protective arm around Elle and as they drift off to sleep, the last thing each man sees is the other staring at the beautiful blonde with an indescribable look on their face.
Last thought on Noah's mind before he falls into a dreamless sleep is that perhaps this is the most unsettling situation of all. Two seemingly opposite men brought together by one woman.
Pairing: Sylar/Elle/HRG
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Just as surely that Gabriel's feelings towards the girl resurfaced, so did his own.
A/N: story and pairing was requested by db01_french, I'm playing off the 3.03 "One of Us, One of Them" episode. Much thanks to dragynflies for talking me through some ideas and for the encouragement to write this story!
Originally Posted: 3/22/2009 ( here)
He's not sure which is more unsettling in his mind. The Haitian being replaced or Angela's brisk announcement that she has a long lost son.
The Haitian is being temporarily replaced by that monster. The monster that attacked his daughter and gained her power before coming to feast at Primatech. Angela Petrelli looks at him with a confident and somewhat unsettling gaze. Now that he's in their custody, he perhaps could be rehabilitated.
Noah groans inwardly. Rehabilitate the very same man that he helped reveal the true nature of? Sounds like hell. The two had nothing in common. Gabriel, no, Sylar was a killer, nothing morally gray about him. He didn't care about people, he only cared about their powers and how he could obtain them. Usually with a cranial slice and some exposing of the brain. And now, he's a Petrelli? Noah shakes his head in frustration.
Wait, maybe there was one thing they had in common. As Noah watches a drugged up Sylar through the now shatterproof glass, he remembers the former watchmaker's feelings about one of his former partners. Ironically enough, she was the reason Gabriel's now Sylar and that he was lying on a cold slab of concrete in the cell. He had tried to kill her but she overloaded and her electricity knocked him unconscious.
Long enough for Noah to drag his body into his own cell and strap him down to the table and hook up the lithium drip.
Elle
Angela dismissed her just as easily as she had told him that she was assigning the Haitian with someone else temporarily. Noah doesn't know what kind of plan she has but he doesn't like this game she's playing. Not with a monster like that.
He narrows his eyes at the silent man. They may have to work together but they would never be partners.
---
Angela sends the two out on an assignment. Not much detail is given except that they are to find their target and bring the person back to Primatech unharmed. Their target could be found at John F. Kennedy International Airport and off the two go.
Noah refuses to relinquish his status as superior and he slides into the driver's seat and barely utters a word to Gabriel, as he's now being called again upon Angela's insistence. To his credit, Gabriel doesn't try to strike up any conversation either, knowing how precarious their situation is.
Once at the airport, they park their car and side by side, walk into the busy terminal.
"Do we have any idea who we're looking for?" Gabriel asks.
Noah eyes him frostily. "I'm sure if it's an escapee from Level 5, I'll recognize them,"
Their eyes scan the packed crowd and they both zero in on her at the same time. She looks alone, small, and fragile. But it's unmistakable to see the small sparks that light up her skin every five seconds.
"Elle," Gabriel breathes and he starts walking towards her.
"No," Noah puts his arm out to stop the other man from moving. "You really think she wants to see you? Considering you tried to give her your trademark haircut?" Under his sneer is an odd tightening in his throat. Just as surely that Gabriel's feelings towards the girl resurfaced, so did his own.
He'd die before he admitted it to anyone. Bob Bishop's girl was a pretty one. A pretty but sociopathic girl with enough issues to combat Gabriel's. Growing up within the confines of Primatech had unhinged her, treating everything so much like a fun game that only she could win. And did she win. Noah remembers when Bob had to physically drag Elle out of Adam's cell and later, he saw the tape of what happened. Elle had quite the body, even at sixteen years old, and she knew how to use it. So young and twisted, quite the opposite of his Claire. And that's where the attraction was. The fact that she was the opposite side of the coin.
Noah remembers his own jealousy flaring up when Elle did her little song and dance for Gabriel, starting with that peach pie and all the "special just the way you are" talk. He had been too happy when she ran back to the van in tears and saw Gabriel, no, Sylar, for what he really was. A monster all too consumed in taking powers.
---
Noah doesn't know how Gabriel does it. Doesn't know what false promises he made to her to get her to come along with them. But he does do it and now the three of them are in this hotel room in Manhattan.
Up close, they can see how worse for the wear Elle is. Dark weary circles under her eyes, a faint irritated line partway across her forehead, and her powers going haywire every few seconds.
On the far side of the room, Noah's leaning against the mahogany desk, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. He watches Gabriel kneel down in front of Elle who's sitting on the edge of the bed and looking nervous. He can't hear the other man's words but he can see Elle's face gradually soften and blue sparks across her skin are less frequent. Noah's about to object when he sees Gabriel gently reach up to cup Elle's face. Instead, he sees her lean into his palm and Noah forces himself off the desk and walks over to where the two are.
They both look up at him as he wordlessly sits down next to her, twisting his body so he could tentatively place his hands on her shoulders and start rubbing. Noah can feel the tension that's stuck in her shoulders and he works to get them out. From behind Elle, he looks over her shoulder and down at Gabriel. The two men lock eyes and a silent truce is called. The rest of the night would not be about the two men bickering, trying to one up the other. It would be about Elle.
"The pain's gone," she whispers when she realizes that she's no longer randomly sparking at all. Her hand reaches up to cover his, which is still cupping her face. His hand is warm underneath hers.
Gabriel smiles at her, real affection coming across. It's reminiscent of the shy watchmaker Elle and Noah had seen a year ago. He slowly rises and leans forward to kiss her. At first, it's a shy kiss with lips barely parted. It's the long awaited first kiss between that watchmaker of yesteryear and his angel with a broken watch.
When they part, Gabriel stands up and his hands leave her face. Noah then makes his move, lowering his head to kiss her shoulder through the fabric of her shirt. Elle slightly shivers and when she turns her head to look at him, he captures her mouth with his. She tastes faintly of cherry, no doubt a Slush-O she probably picked up at one of the airport food places.
Breaking off the kiss for some air, Elle looks back and forth between the two men. Her mouth in a firm line, she grabs Noah's hand and stands up from the bed, making him get up with her. Her other hand takes one of Gabriel's. She's now sandwiched between the two men, holding each of their hands. She brings them to her lips where she gives them each a light kiss before murmuring, "I need you both."
She lets go of both men's hands. Gabriel bends down to work on getting her pants button and zipper undone while Noah tugs her shirt up over her head. When they're done, she's standing before them in a pale pink bra and a matching pair of low rise bikinis.
Elle turns to Noah, her eyes locked on his. She removes his glasses before her hands go work to unbutton his shirt and then down to undo his pants button and zipper. During this, Gabriel comes up behind her, smoothing his hands over her back after undoing the clasp on her bra. Her hands take a small break long enough for him to slide her bra straps down her arms and off her body.
Once free of his clothes, Noah places his hands on Elle's face and draws it to hers for a deep kiss. She's on her tip toes as she kisses him and Gabriel bends down to leave a trail of kisses down her spine, stopping at the small of her back to slide her panties down her legs. She steps out of them as she places her hands on Noah's chest, pushing him down onto the bed. Elle grabs him, running her hands along his length.
Noah groans as he feels a little current dance along his skin. Her hands are working their magic on him. She strokes him to hardness before she wraps her mouth around his dick. She left wet kisses up and down his length before returning to suck on the tip. She cups his balls and gives them a gentle squeeze, which makes Noah grunt with pleasure.
As Elle is busy sucking on his dick, Noah peers over her shoulder and sees Gabriel's eyes darken with lust. The other man's clothes are already on the floor and it isn't long until he situates himself behind Elle. Gabriel reaches in between her legs, his hand ghosting over her folds before brushing up against her clit. She moans against Noah's dick and the vibrations send a not unpleasant feeling through Noah's body.
Gabriel can feel how hot and wet she is and he slides a finger into her. He thrusts his finger in and out of her a few times before adding another finger. The only thing she does is suck harder on Noah, nearly bringing the man to orgasm. But before he does, she takes her mouth away from his dick, sitting up to grind down against Gabriel's fingers. With his free hand, he sweeps her hair over one shoulder to place a kiss along the base of her neck. Then he slides his wet fingers out of her.
Desperate to feel something again, Elle grips the base of Noah's cock as he straddles him and eases down. Noah can feel how wet she is from Gabriel's stimulation and he slides in easily. His hands go to her hips and grip hard to hold her steady. Suddenly Elle is still and Noah can feel her walls clench around him and when she slightly shifts her body, he lets out a groan as pleasure washes over him.
"Don't come yet," Elle warns.
As Elle starts riding Noah, Gabriel pushes her forward to her chest is flush with Noah's and her face is hovering inches away from his. Before he slips in his fingers which are still wet with her juices, he adds a little of his own saliva. Then he pushes his fingers into her ass and Elle gasps, her face wincing slightly.
Noah can feel Gabriel's fingers through the thin wall and he sucks in his breath. He can't believe he's engaging in this and with him. But he soon stops thinking when Elle's mouth is pressed against his neck and she's moaning as Gabriel slowly starts spreading his fingers, stretching her out. With his other hand, Gabriel is slowly stroking himself until his dick is hard and precum seeps out.
Elle stops moaning and instead bites down on Noah's shoulder when Gabriel takes his fingers out and pushes his dick into her. "Stop!" She lifts her head long enough to order the two men. Gabriel freezes, a look of panic crossing his face for a split second. Noah himself looks up at Elle with a worried gaze.
After a few moments which seems like eternity to both men, Elle nods slightly. Both men wait for her to establish a rhythm. Gabriel pulls out as Elle thrusts down on Noah and he pushes back in when she pulls away from Noah. It's a perfect rhythm that allows both men to focus solely on pleasing Elle. Noah's hands move down to Elle's thighs as Gabriel's hands hold onto Elle's waist.
Her face flushes red and her breaths are coming out in small quick pants. It's not long before she comes and her hands clamp down onto Gabriel's as electricity shoots out from her palms. Her orgasm makes her tighten wonderfully around Noah and he can't stop his own orgasm this time. Grunting, he comes inside her and they all can see red handprints on her thighs from where he had gripped them after he lets go.
Noah's body relaxes immensely following his orgasm and he faintly feels Elle lifting or being lifted off of him. He pulls himself up so his back is against the headboard and watches Gabriel and Elle, both on their knees, fucking in front of him. Gabriel takes a hand away from her hip and reaches to pinch her clit between this thumb and index finger. Elle's back arches and she throws her head back, landing on Gabriel's left shoulder.
"Gabriel," she begins to pant as she feels another orgasm building up in her body. A few seconds later, she comes again and Gabriel follows. Elle falls forward on the bed and Noah leans to catch her, sliding her up until she's sitting next to him, her head laying on his shoulder. They both look at Gabriel who's sitting on his heels, his hands simply laying in his lap. Elle tiredly stretches an arm towards him, reaching for him. He looks at her hand and carefully places his hand in hers. Their fingers lace and she tries to tug him towards her and Noah.
Gabriel avoids Noah's eyes as he moves to Elle's other side, hands still together. The three of them remain like that for awhile, Elle sandwiched between two men who don't dare look at each other.
Noah's wondering where the three of them could possibly go on from here. Elle's supposed to be taken back to Primatech for reasons Angela never disclosed to him. Gabriel will still be his "one of them" in this twisted pairing of "One of Us, One of Them". Noah turns his head and gives Elle a brisk kiss on the forehead, sneaking a peek at her hand still intertwined with Gabriel's. It serves as a reminder that he'll never have Elle to himself as a part of her will always belong to Gabriel. He sets his mouth in a firm straight line as he rests his head back against the headboard, his eyes gazing up at the ceiling.
When Elle shivers, Gabriel is the first to suggest getting under the covers. Noah begrudgingly agrees and the three slide under the comforter. Each man wraps a protective arm around Elle and as they drift off to sleep, the last thing each man sees is the other staring at the beautiful blonde with an indescribable look on their face.
Last thought on Noah's mind before he falls into a dreamless sleep is that perhaps this is the most unsettling situation of all. Two seemingly opposite men brought together by one woman.