fic: Retribution
Title: Retribution
Pairing: Sylar/Elle
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Prompt: I hurt you, then you hurt me back.
Warning: kind of dark, cautiously dub con
Summary: Elle looks at him, an odd look on her face. "I hurt you, then you hurt me back.", Sylar and Elle have a run in at Primatech in Season 1
A/N: This is pretty different from anything I've really written before but I just go along with where my plot bunny takes me.
He presses her up against the cold stone wall of his cell, his dark brown eyes boring into her bright blue ones. His hands pin hers against the wall and his face leans in dangerously close to hers.
"You probably shouldn't have taken that IV out." He hisses, his breath warm against her ear. "Scared of me yet?"
There is a quick flash in her eyes, gone as quickly as it appeared. She stares straight ahead, her chin up high as if to dare him. "Why would I be scared of you?" There's a sort of bravado in her voice.
Sylar laughs harshly. "I can hear it in your voice. You're just trying to put on this little brave girl act." Taking a step back, he stares at her. "But you're good at acting, aren't you? I mean, you pretended to be this innocent girl when you saved me." One of his hands leave her wrist to reach out and grip her chin. "But you're not innocent at all, are you?"
Before Elle can reply, his lips are crushing hers, almost painfully. Surprised, a small spark emits from her lips and he momentarily pulls away. Lightly running his tongue over his lips, a dark smirk emerges on his face. His hand moves from her chin, down to her shirt. His fingers flick slightly and the sound of tearing fabric fills the room as her shirt is torn from her body. He waits for her to fight, to tell him no. But that doesn't come and in the back of his mind, he is surprised by this. Elle's a fighter and her not even sparking makes him wary.
"What the hell are you playing at?" He growls.
Elle looks at him, an odd look on her face. "I hurt you, then you hurt me back." Her voice is quiet and somber. "Finish the cycle that I started."
His eyes narrow as he studies her face. If this was some kind of trick or mind game that she was playing on him, it's almost working. But he banishes the thoughts from his head. His face gets dangerously close to hers. "I don't get you."
"You don't need to get me. Just have me." Her voice drops to almost a whisper. "I know it's what you want."
Maybe he's seeing things but he swears he could see a small devious smirk on her face. And he wants nothing more than to wipe it off. Bringing his head down, his lips cover hers and his kiss is harsh and aggressive.
A feeling wells up inside Elle as his hands start roaming her body and his mouth travels down to her collarbone. By all accounts, she should be against this. Letting him ravage her. But this feeling...it's unexpected. Different. It's not fear, she had long ago quit being afraid of anything. It wasn't disgust either. She remembers that feeling quite well after she had played the part of the order abiding agent and brought Trevor to Gabriel's apartment when she was vehemently against it. No, this was a feeling she hadn't felt in a long time.
Excitement. That's what she's been missing.
"Gabriel," she murmurs.
His hands stop still and he brings his head up. "My name is Sylar," his voice is strained. "Gabriel's gone. I am everything he wished he could be." A strange look enters his eyes, for a brief moment Elle thinks it was a look of longing, but it quickly vanishes. "Gabriel wouldn't have had the guts to do this." His hands roughly undo the button on her pants and pushes them down.
Clad now only in a bra and underwear, Elle shivers slightly from the cold air circulating in the room. Sylar's eyes rake over her body, taking in the dark blue mesh push up bra and the enticing lace trimmed bikini. Her breath hitches when one of his hands trail along the waistband of her underwear and then pull them down forcefully. He braces his other hand on the wall above her head.
His fingers tantalize and tease before they slip into her. Elle gasps at the feeling before biting down on her lip and closing her eyes. When she opens them again, she sees him smirking at her. "You want me just as badly. Your body is giving me all the answers you can't say."
He continues to push his fingers in and out of her, feeling her muscles tense around them, and he watches her arch her hips towards him. Her jaw drops open in a silent gasp and her eyes start rolling upwards as the waves of sensation start to wash over her. But before she can come, he pulls his fingers out abruptly. Her face looks almost disappointed when she realizes what he did.
"You didn't think it was going to be that easy, did you Elle?"
"I..."
"It wouldn't be a punishment if it was," He continues as he stares deep into her eyes. "This will be on my terms." He brings his hand down from the wall and slides it down her cheek, past her collarbone, and to her bra. His fingers run along lightly on the outside of her bra before they settle on the front clasp. The clasp is quickly undone and he cups one of her breasts, giving it a small squeeze before kneading it and further sparking her arousal.
She braces herself against the wall as he ducks his head down and takes her pebbled nipple between his teeth. A small moan escapes her lips.
"Like that, do you?" he breathes hotly against her sensitive skin. His mouth finds his way back to hers and as his lips slam hers, his hands undo the drawstring on the Company issued cotton pants. With his feet, he nudges her legs apart and without warning, he pushes into her.
Breaking off the kiss, Elle bites down on her bottom lip hard enough to draw a small amount of blood. His hands go to her hips, gripping hard, and she grinds against him. Her legs go up around his waist to further drive him deeper.
Sylar groans slightly as he feels her muscles clench around him. He slowly starts thrusting in and out of her, his eyes on her face to watch for certain cues. It's not long before he's pumping at a consistent rhythm and she rocks her hips to help. Her bare back scrapes against the wall but she barely notices.
Each thrust is bringing her closer to the edge. She takes one of her hands off the wall and brings it between them, to her clit. Finally, there it was. The culmination of everything, she feels something hot work its way through her and struggling to escape. A scream along with bolts of electricity erupt from her as she comes. "Sylar!"
The sound of his name being yelled from her is his validation. Gabriel couldn't do it but Sylar can. Her orgasm makes her tighten more against him and he groans as he comes. The electricity she shot out leaves scorch marks on his skin, making him grunt with pain and pleasure.
He slumps against her a little and her legs come down from his waist and settle shakily back on the floor. They feel weak and Elle's sure that at any moment, they would give way and she'd find herself on the floor.
Sylar slides out of her and with one hand still on her hip, the other reaches down to tug up his pants. A slow cold smile spreads across his face. His hand moves from her hip upwards to cup her chin and tilt her head up. "We're even." He gives her quick rough kiss. "But just barely."
There's pounding on the big plate glass window and in her haze, Elle barely registers the two figures standing there. All she can tell is that one's female and one's male, and there's an urgency in the pounding. The 5 inch thick metal door swings open shortly.
"You will step away from her." Eden orders as she quickly walks into the room, the Haitian not far behind her.
The feeling of his hand on her chin is suddenly gone and Elle blinks a few times, trying to comprehend everything. She feels a blanket being wrapped around her and a strong arm around her shoulders, leading her out of Sylar's cell.
"This isn't over Elle." As Eden and the Haitian escort Elle away from Level 5, he yells after them. "And I hope your father saw everything through the cameras in his office!"
Pairing: Sylar/Elle
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Prompt: I hurt you, then you hurt me back.
Warning: kind of dark, cautiously dub con
Summary: Elle looks at him, an odd look on her face. "I hurt you, then you hurt me back.", Sylar and Elle have a run in at Primatech in Season 1
A/N: This is pretty different from anything I've really written before but I just go along with where my plot bunny takes me.
He presses her up against the cold stone wall of his cell, his dark brown eyes boring into her bright blue ones. His hands pin hers against the wall and his face leans in dangerously close to hers.
"You probably shouldn't have taken that IV out." He hisses, his breath warm against her ear. "Scared of me yet?"
There is a quick flash in her eyes, gone as quickly as it appeared. She stares straight ahead, her chin up high as if to dare him. "Why would I be scared of you?" There's a sort of bravado in her voice.
Sylar laughs harshly. "I can hear it in your voice. You're just trying to put on this little brave girl act." Taking a step back, he stares at her. "But you're good at acting, aren't you? I mean, you pretended to be this innocent girl when you saved me." One of his hands leave her wrist to reach out and grip her chin. "But you're not innocent at all, are you?"
Before Elle can reply, his lips are crushing hers, almost painfully. Surprised, a small spark emits from her lips and he momentarily pulls away. Lightly running his tongue over his lips, a dark smirk emerges on his face. His hand moves from her chin, down to her shirt. His fingers flick slightly and the sound of tearing fabric fills the room as her shirt is torn from her body. He waits for her to fight, to tell him no. But that doesn't come and in the back of his mind, he is surprised by this. Elle's a fighter and her not even sparking makes him wary.
"What the hell are you playing at?" He growls.
Elle looks at him, an odd look on her face. "I hurt you, then you hurt me back." Her voice is quiet and somber. "Finish the cycle that I started."
His eyes narrow as he studies her face. If this was some kind of trick or mind game that she was playing on him, it's almost working. But he banishes the thoughts from his head. His face gets dangerously close to hers. "I don't get you."
"You don't need to get me. Just have me." Her voice drops to almost a whisper. "I know it's what you want."
Maybe he's seeing things but he swears he could see a small devious smirk on her face. And he wants nothing more than to wipe it off. Bringing his head down, his lips cover hers and his kiss is harsh and aggressive.
A feeling wells up inside Elle as his hands start roaming her body and his mouth travels down to her collarbone. By all accounts, she should be against this. Letting him ravage her. But this feeling...it's unexpected. Different. It's not fear, she had long ago quit being afraid of anything. It wasn't disgust either. She remembers that feeling quite well after she had played the part of the order abiding agent and brought Trevor to Gabriel's apartment when she was vehemently against it. No, this was a feeling she hadn't felt in a long time.
Excitement. That's what she's been missing.
"Gabriel," she murmurs.
His hands stop still and he brings his head up. "My name is Sylar," his voice is strained. "Gabriel's gone. I am everything he wished he could be." A strange look enters his eyes, for a brief moment Elle thinks it was a look of longing, but it quickly vanishes. "Gabriel wouldn't have had the guts to do this." His hands roughly undo the button on her pants and pushes them down.
Clad now only in a bra and underwear, Elle shivers slightly from the cold air circulating in the room. Sylar's eyes rake over her body, taking in the dark blue mesh push up bra and the enticing lace trimmed bikini. Her breath hitches when one of his hands trail along the waistband of her underwear and then pull them down forcefully. He braces his other hand on the wall above her head.
His fingers tantalize and tease before they slip into her. Elle gasps at the feeling before biting down on her lip and closing her eyes. When she opens them again, she sees him smirking at her. "You want me just as badly. Your body is giving me all the answers you can't say."
He continues to push his fingers in and out of her, feeling her muscles tense around them, and he watches her arch her hips towards him. Her jaw drops open in a silent gasp and her eyes start rolling upwards as the waves of sensation start to wash over her. But before she can come, he pulls his fingers out abruptly. Her face looks almost disappointed when she realizes what he did.
"You didn't think it was going to be that easy, did you Elle?"
"I..."
"It wouldn't be a punishment if it was," He continues as he stares deep into her eyes. "This will be on my terms." He brings his hand down from the wall and slides it down her cheek, past her collarbone, and to her bra. His fingers run along lightly on the outside of her bra before they settle on the front clasp. The clasp is quickly undone and he cups one of her breasts, giving it a small squeeze before kneading it and further sparking her arousal.
She braces herself against the wall as he ducks his head down and takes her pebbled nipple between his teeth. A small moan escapes her lips.
"Like that, do you?" he breathes hotly against her sensitive skin. His mouth finds his way back to hers and as his lips slam hers, his hands undo the drawstring on the Company issued cotton pants. With his feet, he nudges her legs apart and without warning, he pushes into her.
Breaking off the kiss, Elle bites down on her bottom lip hard enough to draw a small amount of blood. His hands go to her hips, gripping hard, and she grinds against him. Her legs go up around his waist to further drive him deeper.
Sylar groans slightly as he feels her muscles clench around him. He slowly starts thrusting in and out of her, his eyes on her face to watch for certain cues. It's not long before he's pumping at a consistent rhythm and she rocks her hips to help. Her bare back scrapes against the wall but she barely notices.
Each thrust is bringing her closer to the edge. She takes one of her hands off the wall and brings it between them, to her clit. Finally, there it was. The culmination of everything, she feels something hot work its way through her and struggling to escape. A scream along with bolts of electricity erupt from her as she comes. "Sylar!"
The sound of his name being yelled from her is his validation. Gabriel couldn't do it but Sylar can. Her orgasm makes her tighten more against him and he groans as he comes. The electricity she shot out leaves scorch marks on his skin, making him grunt with pain and pleasure.
He slumps against her a little and her legs come down from his waist and settle shakily back on the floor. They feel weak and Elle's sure that at any moment, they would give way and she'd find herself on the floor.
Sylar slides out of her and with one hand still on her hip, the other reaches down to tug up his pants. A slow cold smile spreads across his face. His hand moves from her hip upwards to cup her chin and tilt her head up. "We're even." He gives her quick rough kiss. "But just barely."
There's pounding on the big plate glass window and in her haze, Elle barely registers the two figures standing there. All she can tell is that one's female and one's male, and there's an urgency in the pounding. The 5 inch thick metal door swings open shortly.
"You will step away from her." Eden orders as she quickly walks into the room, the Haitian not far behind her.
The feeling of his hand on her chin is suddenly gone and Elle blinks a few times, trying to comprehend everything. She feels a blanket being wrapped around her and a strong arm around her shoulders, leading her out of Sylar's cell.
"This isn't over Elle." As Eden and the Haitian escort Elle away from Level 5, he yells after them. "And I hope your father saw everything through the cameras in his office!"