Guardian Angels
AUTHOR - Lavender Gray
TITLE - Guardian Angels
PAIRINGS - Elle/Mohinder/Sylar threesome
SPOILERS - Volume 3
WARNINGS - non-consensual sex
RATING - NC-17
SUMMARY - AU: Sylar and Elle have hooked up, but they are unrepentantly evil and not particularly interested in redemption. They provide their protection services to Mohinder, in return for sex. They don’t particularly care that Mohinder doesn’t agree.
A/N - This requires a bit of set-up. I really love the idea of Sylar and Elle as a couple, but I hate the way it played out in the show. I wanted to see them as an Evil!Couple, kicking ass, taking names, leaving a trail of the dead, and of course, raping Mohinder, because he’s adorable and they want to keep him.
Mohinder had been sitting in the same spot for hours. He was finally forced to stand, arch his back to pop a few vertebrae, and walk the length of the motel room a few times to get the blood circulating again.
This was ridiculous. For weeks now he'd been trying to work out that certain genetic component that set apart people with psychic abilities (people like Molly and Matt) from people with more concrete, physical abilities. He was no closer to finding the answer now than when he started.
Right now he was on the run. There was a new, mysterious killer after him. They never seemed to leave him alone. This one had the ability to steal people's knowledge and memories, with the unfortunate side effect of completely destroying neurological pathways, leaving the brain a bloody, gelatinous mess. He'd seen the bodies of past victims, blood and gray matter dripping from facial orifices. He wished he hadn't.
Mohinder and Matt had observed the killing patterns, and made an educated guess that the killer would be coming after Mohinder soon, seeking his knowledge about the genetics of people with abilities. Hence why he was in hiding in a dingy little motel in the middle of nowhere. And also why he was trying to figure out how these sorts of "psychic" abilities worked, and whether or not they could be inhibited.
He missed Molly and Matt. His little makeshift family.
He took a deep breath and sat down, preparing to get back to work.
He never got the chance.
"I always told you, doctor. You really work too hard."
Mohinder froze. He would know that voice anywhere. He heard it in his nightmares, even after all this time.
He turned very slowly to look behind him. At a spot where he was sure there had been no one just a moment ago, were Sylar and Elle.
Of course, Mohinder had heard bits and pieces about what the two had been up to lately. One incident at a gas station, just a few weeks ago, had been particularly grisly.
In a bizzare way, Mohinder felt exasperated more than anything else. The work he was doing was important, and these two psychopaths were going to kill him before he got the chance to finish it.
"Hey, you," said Elle. "How you been holding up without us?"
Mohinder tried to think. "I don't have anything you want. I don't have a list, or a formula to create powers, or anything like that. The work I'm doing doesn't affect you in any way." How had they even found him?
"Oh, we know," said Sylar. "We've been keeping a much closer eye on you than you think."
"Mmmhmm," said Elle. "You are in a very great deal of trouble, Dr. Suresh." She slunk up next to him and leaned in very close, one hand on the table, her breast nearly touching his shoulder.
"We know who's after you. You really don't know how to stay out of trouble, do you?" Sylar flashed a familiar knowing smile. Mohinder's stomach twisted with bad memories. "Don't worry. We're not here to hurt you. Quite the opposite."
"That's right," said Elle, right next to his ear. "We realized it's in our best interest to keep that magnificent brain of yours safe. You know, in case we need your...help in the future. So no one's gonna lay a finger on it as long as we're around."
They were crowding him on both sides, now, and Mohinder was having trouble breathing. "I don't want your help. I just need to do my work."
It was Elle who touched him first. She brushed her fingertips over his jaw, though she didn't use any electricity. "There's really no point in trying fighting us, Mohinder. You can't. We're going to take what we want. It's what we do."
There it was. Sylar's hand on the back of his neck. Mohinder couldn't help but flinch. "We're going to take care of you. You're in our keep from now on."
Mohinder had been trying not to think about what they must mean. Of course, he had some idea what they must be after, but there was always the chance he was wrong.
Of course, there was no doubting it anymore when Sylar tilted his head back roughly and kissed him.
When Mohinder could get his mouth free, and it took a while, he spat, "Is this what you came here for? This is pathetic!"
Elle seemed amused, but Sylar didn't like being called names. His grip on Mohinder's hair tightened and he yanked him painfully up to his feet. "Now, what kind of attitude is that? After we so generously offer our protection? You know, Mohinder, I think the least you owe us is a smile. You've got quite a handsome smile, as I recall. Why don't you show us a now, so we can see?"
Mohinder didn't respond, just glared at the far wall. The fingers twisting painfully in his hair made him shut his eyes.
"No matter," said Elle. "I think we can get some more interesting responses out of him anyway. She zapped a sensitive, fleshy part of his neck and he jumped.
Mohinder was dragged, stumbling, across the room and thrown onto the bed. He tried to sit up but was pinned flat by an invisible force. He felt a trickle on his temple and realized he was sweating. He saw Elle bend over him, make a childlike little "hup!" noise, and hop over his body, coming to rest on the other side of him with her head propped on her hand. She reached over and rubbed his shoulders and neck in a way that was probably supposed to be soothing. "Take a deep breath, dear. You're really in very good hands."
Sylar moved in on the other side of him, a truly frightening predatory look on his face. The pressure holding Mohinder flat let up, but he didn't dare try to move.
Elle said, "It's really not as bad as all that. You're getting some very top-of-the-line bodyguards out of the deal. And I've been trying some new things I think you'll find interesting. Who knows? Maybe you'll even like it."
Mohinder let out a shaky little laugh. "You're joking, right? Why would you even bother? Why pretend this is something you want me to enjoy?"
Elle shrugged. "Doesn't matter to me either way. I'm just saying. You might as well try to make the best of it. You can close your eyes if you want. Pretend we're someone else. Even call us by another name. I think that'd be kind of hot, actually." Sylar gave a wry laugh. Mohinder felt sick.
The buttons of his shirt undid themselves. The cloth slid back. Hands touched his skin with suprising softness, going slowly, taking their time.
"Just do it," Mohinder whispered. "If you're going to do it, just go ahead and get it over with. I need to get back to my work. It's important."
"Not to us, it isn't," said Sylar. He made a gesture. Mohinder's pants undid themselves and joined his shirt on the floor.
"I bet if you cooperate, though, everything will go faster," said Elle. She hooked her leg around the back of his knee. Her tiny body was stronger than it looked, and she was able to turned him over on his side facing her. She took his face in her hands and kissed him. Sylar's lips brushed the back of his neck.
He couldn't help cringing and squirming. Elle's hands moved lower until they wrapped around his penis, and she gave him a mild shock.
He jerked away from her as far as he could, which wasn't far at all. "What are you doing?!" he demanded.
She giggled. "Don't be such a baby. It won't do any permanent damage. And it can be quite pleasant. She gave him another shock, and he was stunned to feel his body begin to respond to it.
She shocked him for longer and longer stretches of time until eventually she was releasing a steady, zinging current into his body. Mohinder was breathing hard and there was a sheen of sweat over his skin. Against his will, he'd grown erect.
Sylar pressed two fingers against his opening. Before his mind could fully register what was happening, they were siding inside. His breaths became rapid and shaky.
Elle's hands left his body. A bit more rustling of cloth, and they were replaced with her hot and very moist vagina. She guided him, forced him, really, inside herself.
Soon Sylar removed his fingers and placed the tip of his cock, somehow wet and slick, against Mohinder's body. Sylar pushed it inside. There was little pain, but he went suprisingly slow.
Mohinder was feeling too much, bombarded from two sides with sensation that seemed strong enough to kill him. It wasn't long before his body twisted at an unnatural angle and he came. The release seemed to force its way out of him for a very long time. Then he collapsed onto his side, panting.
He saw, out of one bleary eye, that they leaned in over him and shared a kiss. After that he didn't see much.
But he felt it when Elle spasmed against him, grinding her pubis into his body with astonishing force. Moments later, Sylar gave one last, powerful thrust that rocked all three of their bodies. Then there was quiet.
After some delicate stretching and repositioning of limbs, Sylar and Elle cuddled up to him like a pair of emotionally needy children. Which, Mohinder considered, they kind of were. Elle lifted Mohinder's chin. "Doing okay there, champ? We didn't hurt you too bad, did we?" She brushed tangled hair out of his eyes.
There were a lot of things he could have said to that. But he was exhausted. Too exhausted even to be angry, really. So he said the only thing that was really important. "Let me go. I have to finish my work."
Elle pouted. "You're no fun at all."
"Let's let him get back to what he was doing. Trust me, he can get awfully nasty when he's in a bad mood," said Sylar.
"Aw, this adorable cuddly fluffy-wuffy? I don't believe it," said Elle.
"Oh, he's meaner than he looks." Sylar grasped him by the upper arm and pulled him close. His lips curved into a smile against Mohinder's ear. "That's why I'm not letting you out of my sight. Not for a second. There is a dangerous killer out there, after all. We have to keep you safe."
Mohinder's heart dropped. How long were they going to stay? Indefinitely? Surely not. They didn't have the attention span for that.
Elle let out a little breath and sat up. "Man, are you guys hungry? I'm starving. I'm gonna go get us something to eat, okay?"
"Go ahead. I'll keep and eye on our...charge," said Sylar.
Elle gave him a wifely peck on the cheek. She hopped out of the bed and quickly dressed. "See ya. No playing with him while I'm gone. We agreed." She gave a wave of her hand and was gone.
There was a long silence. Then, "Didn't you say you had work to do, doctor?"
Mohinder shut his eyes and moved away. He looked around for his discarded clothes. "How long are you planning to play with that girl before you kill her?"
Sylar looked genuinely surprised. "Kill her? Why would I want to kill her? I'm in love with her." He sounded almost hurt. "I am capable of love, you know. I can feel it quite deeply. Painfully, sometimes." He moved up behind Mohinder and wrapped his arms around his waist. "Of course, that doesn't mean I won't break my promise to leave you alone while she's gone."
Mohinder jerked away. Sylar laughed and leaned back on the bed, putting his hands behind his head. "Like I said, don't work too hard, Mohinder."
Mohinder sank into his chair in front of the laptop. He stared at it for a long time without moving. Then he put his hands back to the keyboard and resumed his research.
TITLE - Guardian Angels
PAIRINGS - Elle/Mohinder/Sylar threesome
SPOILERS - Volume 3
WARNINGS - non-consensual sex
RATING - NC-17
SUMMARY - AU: Sylar and Elle have hooked up, but they are unrepentantly evil and not particularly interested in redemption. They provide their protection services to Mohinder, in return for sex. They don’t particularly care that Mohinder doesn’t agree.
A/N - This requires a bit of set-up. I really love the idea of Sylar and Elle as a couple, but I hate the way it played out in the show. I wanted to see them as an Evil!Couple, kicking ass, taking names, leaving a trail of the dead, and of course, raping Mohinder, because he’s adorable and they want to keep him.
Mohinder had been sitting in the same spot for hours. He was finally forced to stand, arch his back to pop a few vertebrae, and walk the length of the motel room a few times to get the blood circulating again.
This was ridiculous. For weeks now he'd been trying to work out that certain genetic component that set apart people with psychic abilities (people like Molly and Matt) from people with more concrete, physical abilities. He was no closer to finding the answer now than when he started.
Right now he was on the run. There was a new, mysterious killer after him. They never seemed to leave him alone. This one had the ability to steal people's knowledge and memories, with the unfortunate side effect of completely destroying neurological pathways, leaving the brain a bloody, gelatinous mess. He'd seen the bodies of past victims, blood and gray matter dripping from facial orifices. He wished he hadn't.
Mohinder and Matt had observed the killing patterns, and made an educated guess that the killer would be coming after Mohinder soon, seeking his knowledge about the genetics of people with abilities. Hence why he was in hiding in a dingy little motel in the middle of nowhere. And also why he was trying to figure out how these sorts of "psychic" abilities worked, and whether or not they could be inhibited.
He missed Molly and Matt. His little makeshift family.
He took a deep breath and sat down, preparing to get back to work.
He never got the chance.
"I always told you, doctor. You really work too hard."
Mohinder froze. He would know that voice anywhere. He heard it in his nightmares, even after all this time.
He turned very slowly to look behind him. At a spot where he was sure there had been no one just a moment ago, were Sylar and Elle.
Of course, Mohinder had heard bits and pieces about what the two had been up to lately. One incident at a gas station, just a few weeks ago, had been particularly grisly.
In a bizzare way, Mohinder felt exasperated more than anything else. The work he was doing was important, and these two psychopaths were going to kill him before he got the chance to finish it.
"Hey, you," said Elle. "How you been holding up without us?"
Mohinder tried to think. "I don't have anything you want. I don't have a list, or a formula to create powers, or anything like that. The work I'm doing doesn't affect you in any way." How had they even found him?
"Oh, we know," said Sylar. "We've been keeping a much closer eye on you than you think."
"Mmmhmm," said Elle. "You are in a very great deal of trouble, Dr. Suresh." She slunk up next to him and leaned in very close, one hand on the table, her breast nearly touching his shoulder.
"We know who's after you. You really don't know how to stay out of trouble, do you?" Sylar flashed a familiar knowing smile. Mohinder's stomach twisted with bad memories. "Don't worry. We're not here to hurt you. Quite the opposite."
"That's right," said Elle, right next to his ear. "We realized it's in our best interest to keep that magnificent brain of yours safe. You know, in case we need your...help in the future. So no one's gonna lay a finger on it as long as we're around."
They were crowding him on both sides, now, and Mohinder was having trouble breathing. "I don't want your help. I just need to do my work."
It was Elle who touched him first. She brushed her fingertips over his jaw, though she didn't use any electricity. "There's really no point in trying fighting us, Mohinder. You can't. We're going to take what we want. It's what we do."
There it was. Sylar's hand on the back of his neck. Mohinder couldn't help but flinch. "We're going to take care of you. You're in our keep from now on."
Mohinder had been trying not to think about what they must mean. Of course, he had some idea what they must be after, but there was always the chance he was wrong.
Of course, there was no doubting it anymore when Sylar tilted his head back roughly and kissed him.
When Mohinder could get his mouth free, and it took a while, he spat, "Is this what you came here for? This is pathetic!"
Elle seemed amused, but Sylar didn't like being called names. His grip on Mohinder's hair tightened and he yanked him painfully up to his feet. "Now, what kind of attitude is that? After we so generously offer our protection? You know, Mohinder, I think the least you owe us is a smile. You've got quite a handsome smile, as I recall. Why don't you show us a now, so we can see?"
Mohinder didn't respond, just glared at the far wall. The fingers twisting painfully in his hair made him shut his eyes.
"No matter," said Elle. "I think we can get some more interesting responses out of him anyway. She zapped a sensitive, fleshy part of his neck and he jumped.
Mohinder was dragged, stumbling, across the room and thrown onto the bed. He tried to sit up but was pinned flat by an invisible force. He felt a trickle on his temple and realized he was sweating. He saw Elle bend over him, make a childlike little "hup!" noise, and hop over his body, coming to rest on the other side of him with her head propped on her hand. She reached over and rubbed his shoulders and neck in a way that was probably supposed to be soothing. "Take a deep breath, dear. You're really in very good hands."
Sylar moved in on the other side of him, a truly frightening predatory look on his face. The pressure holding Mohinder flat let up, but he didn't dare try to move.
Elle said, "It's really not as bad as all that. You're getting some very top-of-the-line bodyguards out of the deal. And I've been trying some new things I think you'll find interesting. Who knows? Maybe you'll even like it."
Mohinder let out a shaky little laugh. "You're joking, right? Why would you even bother? Why pretend this is something you want me to enjoy?"
Elle shrugged. "Doesn't matter to me either way. I'm just saying. You might as well try to make the best of it. You can close your eyes if you want. Pretend we're someone else. Even call us by another name. I think that'd be kind of hot, actually." Sylar gave a wry laugh. Mohinder felt sick.
The buttons of his shirt undid themselves. The cloth slid back. Hands touched his skin with suprising softness, going slowly, taking their time.
"Just do it," Mohinder whispered. "If you're going to do it, just go ahead and get it over with. I need to get back to my work. It's important."
"Not to us, it isn't," said Sylar. He made a gesture. Mohinder's pants undid themselves and joined his shirt on the floor.
"I bet if you cooperate, though, everything will go faster," said Elle. She hooked her leg around the back of his knee. Her tiny body was stronger than it looked, and she was able to turned him over on his side facing her. She took his face in her hands and kissed him. Sylar's lips brushed the back of his neck.
He couldn't help cringing and squirming. Elle's hands moved lower until they wrapped around his penis, and she gave him a mild shock.
He jerked away from her as far as he could, which wasn't far at all. "What are you doing?!" he demanded.
She giggled. "Don't be such a baby. It won't do any permanent damage. And it can be quite pleasant. She gave him another shock, and he was stunned to feel his body begin to respond to it.
She shocked him for longer and longer stretches of time until eventually she was releasing a steady, zinging current into his body. Mohinder was breathing hard and there was a sheen of sweat over his skin. Against his will, he'd grown erect.
Sylar pressed two fingers against his opening. Before his mind could fully register what was happening, they were siding inside. His breaths became rapid and shaky.
Elle's hands left his body. A bit more rustling of cloth, and they were replaced with her hot and very moist vagina. She guided him, forced him, really, inside herself.
Soon Sylar removed his fingers and placed the tip of his cock, somehow wet and slick, against Mohinder's body. Sylar pushed it inside. There was little pain, but he went suprisingly slow.
Mohinder was feeling too much, bombarded from two sides with sensation that seemed strong enough to kill him. It wasn't long before his body twisted at an unnatural angle and he came. The release seemed to force its way out of him for a very long time. Then he collapsed onto his side, panting.
He saw, out of one bleary eye, that they leaned in over him and shared a kiss. After that he didn't see much.
But he felt it when Elle spasmed against him, grinding her pubis into his body with astonishing force. Moments later, Sylar gave one last, powerful thrust that rocked all three of their bodies. Then there was quiet.
After some delicate stretching and repositioning of limbs, Sylar and Elle cuddled up to him like a pair of emotionally needy children. Which, Mohinder considered, they kind of were. Elle lifted Mohinder's chin. "Doing okay there, champ? We didn't hurt you too bad, did we?" She brushed tangled hair out of his eyes.
There were a lot of things he could have said to that. But he was exhausted. Too exhausted even to be angry, really. So he said the only thing that was really important. "Let me go. I have to finish my work."
Elle pouted. "You're no fun at all."
"Let's let him get back to what he was doing. Trust me, he can get awfully nasty when he's in a bad mood," said Sylar.
"Aw, this adorable cuddly fluffy-wuffy? I don't believe it," said Elle.
"Oh, he's meaner than he looks." Sylar grasped him by the upper arm and pulled him close. His lips curved into a smile against Mohinder's ear. "That's why I'm not letting you out of my sight. Not for a second. There is a dangerous killer out there, after all. We have to keep you safe."
Mohinder's heart dropped. How long were they going to stay? Indefinitely? Surely not. They didn't have the attention span for that.
Elle let out a little breath and sat up. "Man, are you guys hungry? I'm starving. I'm gonna go get us something to eat, okay?"
"Go ahead. I'll keep and eye on our...charge," said Sylar.
Elle gave him a wifely peck on the cheek. She hopped out of the bed and quickly dressed. "See ya. No playing with him while I'm gone. We agreed." She gave a wave of her hand and was gone.
There was a long silence. Then, "Didn't you say you had work to do, doctor?"
Mohinder shut his eyes and moved away. He looked around for his discarded clothes. "How long are you planning to play with that girl before you kill her?"
Sylar looked genuinely surprised. "Kill her? Why would I want to kill her? I'm in love with her." He sounded almost hurt. "I am capable of love, you know. I can feel it quite deeply. Painfully, sometimes." He moved up behind Mohinder and wrapped his arms around his waist. "Of course, that doesn't mean I won't break my promise to leave you alone while she's gone."
Mohinder jerked away. Sylar laughed and leaned back on the bed, putting his hands behind his head. "Like I said, don't work too hard, Mohinder."
Mohinder sank into his chair in front of the laptop. He stared at it for a long time without moving. Then he put his hands back to the keyboard and resumed his research.