4 Kinky Tales, part deux
This is me revealing more of the fics I wrote for the Sylar/Elle fic fest.
I think I'm gonna clump all the NC-17 fics together to make it easier on myself and maybe the readers.
Title: Watching You
Pairing: Sylar/Elle
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Sylar/Elle - Primatech S1, Elle in security booth fingering herself while she watches Sylar jerk off in his cell.
Elle sighs as she leans back in the chair and places her feet on the small table. Her eyes jump from monitor to monitor, finding absolutely nothing of interest.
"Of all the places for Daddy to stick me in, I get the stupid tiny security booth? It's so boring in here," she mutters.
She noisily slurps on her cherry Slush-O as she scans the monitors again. Adam's sleeping, Stephen Canfield is pounding on the glass, Doyle's creepily leering at any blonde women walking past his cell, and Sylar's...
Elle sits up, her eyes fixating on the screen. He's sitting on his bed, his hand wrapped around his cock. As she watches him stroke himself, she unconsciously licks her lips. She almost had him...if she hadn't gone through with the mission. But as Noah had said, they'd see him again. He had been caught in Odessa, presumably trying to go after Bennet's precious Claire-Bear. But here he was...so close and yet so far away. Daddy had forbidden her to go near him and assigned her to monitor the security cameras.
He's still stroking himself and Elle wonders what it would be like to fuck him. Riding him until he came and screamed her name. Her hand makes its way under her skirt and pushes her panties aside. Her fingers brush against her clit, sending shivers down her body. Her eyes never leave the screen, always watching Sylar.
She sees him start to quicken his strokes and she slips a finger into herself as she keeps her thumb on her clit. Her breath quickens as she adds another finger and starts pumping in and out. She rocks against her hand, pushing her fingers against her own thrusts.
On screen she sees Sylar throw bite down on his bottom lip as he comes in his hand. She can see the satisfied look on his face, his eyes practically glowing, and his lips curled up in some defiant smile. It only makes her work harder. She rubs and plays with her clit and she can feel her orgasm building in her.
A moan escapes her as she rocks harder. Finally, she feels her muscles clench around her fingers before she comes. Her eyes squeeze shut and she can feel the electricity surge in her body. Some of the electricity strays and hits a monitor or two, sending sparks as the screens crack.
She slides her hand away, letting it dangle limply over the arm of the chair as she waits for her breathing to return to normal. Luckily the television screen focused on Sylar wasn't hit and she turns her attention back to him. He's standing at the small sink in the corner of the room, washing his hands. As she leans in closer, she swears she could see him look up into the camera and give a dangerous smile.
Elle matches his smile with her own, even though he can't see it. "Just you wait, I'll find a way to play with you yet."
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Title: Petrelli Sandwich
Pairing: Sylar/Elle/Peter
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Sylar/Elle/Peter - Brothers share, don't they? - double penetration, focus on pleasing Elle.
The doorbell rings, causing Elle to push herself off of Sylar, an irritated look coming over her face. "Whoever that is, they have the worst timing." She throws a silk robe on over her bare body, tying the sash loosely and marches out of the bedroom to the apartment's front door.
"Whatever it is, I don't want to buy any!" She yells as she yanks open the door. One look at the person on the other side leaves her slightly dumbfounded. "Peter?"
"Hey Elle," he says easily. "Did I interrupt something?" He asks, eyeing the ever loosening sash on her robe, and more of her pale skin is revealed.
"Peter, you made it," Sylar's voice calls out before Elle could answer. Elle turns around and sees Gabriel walking towards them, clad only in his boxers.
"Someone want to tell me what's going on?" Elle's eyes flicker between both men.
"Elle, I arranged a bit of a birthday surprise for you. I invited Peter to join us. I can share you with him for one night."
"We just want this to be all about you," Peter hurriedly adds on.
Elle stands silently in the middle of both men. It is a few moments before she speaks up. "Me in the middle of a Petrelli sandwich? I can get behind that." Her lips curve into a grin. She grabs Peter's hand and then take's Sylar's hand in her free one, leading both of them into the bedroom.
Once inside, she lets go of Sylar's hand and latches onto Peter. "I'm glad you two could work out your jealousy issues for one night," she purrs as she reaches up to place kisses on his neck. Her fingers reach the hem of his shirt, tugging it up and Peter easily helps remove it. Elle places her hands on Peter's smooth chest and pushes him down on the bed, straddling him as she works to remove his belt and undo his pants.
Peter's eyes briefly meets Sylar's and sees him grit his teeth, a hard look coming into his eyes. Sylar may have arranged this menage a trois, but brother envy still remains. That jealousy stemmed from the fact that Peter had kissed Elle first a long time ago, even though Elle very clearly now is involved with Sylar.
Peter's eyes widen when Elle's mouth is suddenly on his cock. It doesn't take long for him to get hard and precum seeps out. She removes her lips, leering over him. "Now let's get this party started, shall we?" She turns her head, looking over at Sylar and smirking. "Don't look so glum, you get to fuck me in the ass, a rare treat for you."
Sylar's mouth twitches slightly as he makes his way to their nightstand, rifling through the top drawer before pulling out a bottle of lube.
Elle shrugs off her robe, tossing it aside. With a smile, she takes Peter's hands in hers and places them on her breasts, encouraging him to do as he liked. She firmly grips the base of Peter's cock in her hands as she slowly sinks down on him. Peter lets out a groan as he feels her walls tighten around him and his hands gently squeeze her breasts in reaction before they slide down to grip her hips.
Sylar watches Elle slowly fuck his brother as he yanks down his boxers and coats his dick and his fingers with lube. It's an oddly arousing sight to see, his girlfriend fucking his brother in front of him. She rides him, her head thrown back with pleasure. Eventually she starts leaning over until the tips of her hair brush against Peter's chest, followed by lowering herself until her chest is firmly pressed against his. Elle's ass is up in the air, ready for Sylar.
He arranges himself behind Elle on the bed. With little warning, his lubed up finger plunges into her and Elle lets out a gasp. And judging by the look on Peter's face, Sylar knows his brother can feel him too and it's not an unpleasant experience. A small smile on his face, he adds a second finger and Elle arches her back.
"Fuck!" She pants out as she clenches around Peter. "Please, get on with it."
Sylar spreads his fingers apart slightly, stretching Elle out. Elle responds by rocking against his fingers and then on Peter's cock, pressure building inside of her. Peter bites down on his bottom lip as Elle leans over, biting his shoulder as Sylar takes his fingers out and inserts his hard dick inside her.
Elle lifts herself up on her hands, back now arched. "Holy..."
The three soon find themselves with a perfect rhythm, both men focused on Elle. Her face is flushed as she her breath quickens and as she comes, electricity flies out and hits both men. The brothers grunt at the sting and they're both aching to come themselves. Elle shifts her body slightly and the shift causes Peter to release in her. He's gasping himself as he closes his eyes and his chest rises and falls as he struggles to catch his breath.
Sylar smirks as he wraps his arms around Elle, lifting her off of Peter and shifts them both to another part of the expansive bed. Just the simple act of moving her around while he's still in her makes him want to groan. He pushes Elle down, her face pressed against the comforter, and he thrusts in and out of her. One hand reaches around and down so his fingers can toy with her clit while the other is firmly gripping her hip hard enough to leave a bruise.
"Oh my God," is muffled as Elle turns her face into the comforter as she comes. This time, Sylar comes too, his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head. Elle collapses on the bed as he lets go and slides out of her and he falls backwards.
The three of them lie still on the bed in various positions, only breathing instead of talking. After a few moments, Sylar stirs and moves to Elle's other side so she's sandwiched between the brothers. He throws a protective arm around her and she grabs Peter's hand and holds it in hers.
"Well, that was certainly a great birthday present," Elle murmurs tiredly. "Peter, you should stay."
An uneasy look crosses his face because he knows that it's ultimately up to Sylar.
"It's her birthday, it will make her happy, so stay." Sylar lifts his head and looks over Elle's form at Peter.
Peter swallows and nods, bringing his body closer to Elle's. His hand reaches out to gently brush back her hair and stroke her cheek. He leans over, placing a light kiss on her cheek. "Happy birthday, Elle." His head hits the pillow and he turns his body, feeling Elle snuggle against his back and she throws an arm around him, much like Sylar had done to her earlier.
The three fall asleep soon after and when Elle and Sylar wake up the next morning, they find a note where Peter's body had been.
"Thank you."
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Title: Teaching
Pairing: Sylar/Elle/Luke
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Sylar/Elle/Luke - Sylar teaches Luke how to please a woman. (And if Elle makes a crack about Luke being better it would be even more awesomesauce)
A/N: Special hell for writing this, go me! and sorry about all the tense changes!
Sylar and Elle have both noticed Luke eyeing her hungrily with all the lust a 16 year old boy can show. Subtlety be damned, it's just plain out there for them to see. The two had laughed about it privately when they managed to get alone from him. It just so happened that their alone time involved showering while Luke lounged on the motel bed, mindlessly watching TV.
"You've seen the way he looks down my shirt instead of at my face, right?" Elle giggles as she steps into the spray of hot water.
Sylar follows her and pulls the curtain shut. "He's got a lot to learn."
"Why don't you teach him? Just not the part where you try to kill the girl several hours after you fucked."
And there it was, the idea thrown out there by Elle. They both looked at each other and silently came to an agreement. Sylar would teach Luke on how to please women and Elle would offer herself for the cause.
"I'm setting rules for this."
"But it's my body."
"Call me possessive," Sylar grins. He pulls her closer to him and dips his head down to capture her mouth in a kiss as the water from the shower head beat down on them.
They approach Luke the next day with their idea.
"Hey Microwave." Elle plops down on the bed next to the teenager while Sylar stands in front of him.
"Should I ask why you're both looking at me like that?"
"You want to tell him or should I?" Elle looks up at Sylar, laughter in her eyes.
"Go ahead, it was your idea."
"Well Luke," Elle starts, bringing her hand to Luke's shoulder. "I've noticed the way you've been looking at me." She shifts her sitting position so she can stretch her legs out over Luke's lap.
"Um...you have?" Luke gulps nervously.
"Of course, silly. It's not hard to miss," she smiles teasingly as she runs her hand through his short hair. "And we decided that you need to be taught how to properly please women."
"What?" The boy's eyes widen and he looks over to Sylar for some sort of confirmation. He gets it in the form of a terse nod.
"And even better," Elle continues as she hooks her arms around him playfully, "You get to practice on me. It's your dream isn't it?" She laughs as she sends some shocks into his body.
"Just a few rules," Sylar interrupts. "One, I will be watching very carefully so don't try anything funny. Two, you will listen to what I tell you to do. Three, you will not actually be having sex with her."
"It's kind of cute to see you a little jealous," Elle grins devilishly as she swings her legs off of Luke and lets go of him.
"Should I tell you what I did with Candice and Maya?"
Elle's grin turns into a frown quickly. "No." Her eyes slightly narrow. "Okay, I get your point. End of discussion about that." She positions herself more comfortably on the bed. "Want to start teaching?"
"Why not?" Sylar shrugs.
"Come on, Luke," Elle grabs the boy and pulls him down on top of her. His face is inches away from hers and she gives him a little smirk and pushes him down her body.
Luke's fingers catch onto the waistband of her shorts and he gently tugs them down her slim legs. His breath catches in his throat at the sight of Elle wearing a pair of blue lacy boyshorts and he swallows hard. Elle props herself up onto her elbows, looking at him.
"Like what you see?" She purrs before looking over at Sylar, who looks on with a bemused expression.
"Congratulations, step one is complete. Now what do you think you should do?" Sylar asks dryly as he walks over to the bed and positions himself behind Elle, letting her fall back and rest against him.
"Umm...I."
Sylar holds up his hand. "Don't talk about it. Just do it."
Luke tentatively pushes Elle's legs apart before he brushes his fingers against her center, feeling her through the thin fabric of her underwear. He looks back up and seeing the encouraging looks, he presses his fingers harder and Elle visibly shivers. Luke takes the chance to pull down her underwear and slip it off her body. Slowly, he lowers his head and his tongue comes out to tease her clit.
Elle's back arches and a small moan escapes her. "Keep going."
Luke begins to feel more comfortable, his braveness showing as he licks her harder, her taste filling his mouth. He takes his mouth away and slides a finger inside her, feeling how wet she is. Elle's hips buck at the feeling and she clenches around him.
"You can add another finger, you know." Sylar says quietly, looking on. His hands gently brush Elle's bangs back from her face. "She likes that."
Luke nods and he slides another finger inside Elle. She moans when the teenager starts pumping his fingers in and out of her and her face is getting flushed. He keeps his thumb against her clit, pressing and toying to see the reaction it brings.
Elle's panting now and her arms reach up and her hands grab Sylar's face and brings it down to hers, hungrily kissing him upside down as she feels her orgasm well up in her. A few more thrusts of Luke's fingers and she's there. She bites down on Sylar's lip and she can't help but let out some sparks.
Both guys pull away, wincing slightly from the contact with her sparks.
"That was pretty good, Microwave," Elle lazily smiles.
Luke can only nod as he realizes how tight his pants feel and he gets off the bed to go into the bathroom.
Once the door closes behind him, Elle looks up at Sylar. "Gosh...I think he might even be better at this than you are," Her lips curl up into a teasing smile, a mischievous look in her eyes.
"Oh yeah? We'll see about that." He slides out from under her and in a swift move, tops her, a look of pure lust mixed with jealousy in his eyes.
"Don't talk, show me."
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Title: Confession
Pairing: Gabriel/Elle
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Gabriel+Elle - 3.08 verse. This takes place the same night HRG told her to call Trevor & use him as bait. That night Elle shows up drunk at Gabriel's & confesses everything [her power, company, trevor, etc] while trying to seduce him at the same time. Bonus points if there's smut.
The last thing Gabriel expects is to see Elle twice in the same day. Yet, here it was, midnight, several hours after they had eaten peach pie and he made his confession to her. Wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a simple black wife beater, he is settled down on the plastic covered chair with Chandra's book, Activating Evolution, in his hands. There is a pounding on the door and he nearly jumps out of the chair. Cautiously, he places the book down on the floor before rising and peeking through the peep hole. All he saw sees is messy blonde hair and bright blue eyes.
Gabriel open the door. "Elle?"
"Gabriel!" She practically falls into him as she stumbles into the room. "I hope I'm not inconviencing you but I just really had to see you again." She's not dressed like how she was a few hours earlier. Gone are the black pants and the simple blue top. In their place is a short black skirt and an off the shoulder red silk top.
He can smell the alcohol on her breath and wonders just how much she's had to drink. "N...no, you're not inconviencing me. But what are you doing here? And how much have you had to drink?" He grabs her arm gently and leads her over to his now vacant chair.
Elle giggles before responding. "Oh not that much...I don't think. I can't remember exactly. Maybe a few shots, a Long Island or two, and some appletinis. The guys at the bar just kept buying me more!" She looks up at him, a not all there grin on her face.
"Guys huh? Yeah, I bet they kept buying you more," Gabriel mutters, jealousy seeping into his voice. "Let me get you some water." But before he can take a step towards his small kitche, Elle latches onto his arm and holds on tightly.
"Don't leave!"
"Elle, relax. I'm only going over to the kitchen," he points with his free arm.
"Well, I'm coming with you," she stubbornly insists. Getting up on unsteady legs, she still holds onto him as he eases her over to the sink.
As he fills up a glass of water, Elle gets uncharacteristically quiet. "Gabriel, do you think I'm a good person?"
"What? What kind of question is that?"
"Because I have a confession to make," her voice gets louder in a dramatic stage whisper.
"Oh yeah? What's that?" He hands her the glass of water, which she greedily gulps down.
"I...um...I like you a lot," she smiles widely as she reaches behind her to place the empty glass down. "Don't you like me?" Her body presses up against his, her hands traveling up his arms and hooking around his neck.
Gabriel gulps nervously. "Of course, I like you Elle. But you're drunk and we should probably get you to bed. I'll find some other place to sleep."
"We can share the bed," Elle whispers teasingly, getting up on her tip toes, getting dangerously close to his face.
It takes a lot of effort for Gabriel to look away from her and her kissable lips...so close to his face. "Elle...I don't know if that's a good idea."
"Sure, it is." In a swift move, she brings her lips to his. He's surprised and he tries to protest but her tongue easily slips into his mouth. She tastes like alcohol, unsurprisingly. After a few seconds, he finally manages to push her away and hold her at arm's length. "You're drunk, you don't know what you're doing."
Elle pouts. "I know exactly what I'm doing." She grabs his arms and starts walking backwards towards his bed. "Don't you want me?"
Did he want her? God, he wanted her so badly. Ever since the moment she gave him that little smile and said she was an angel with a broken watch. Then when she showed up at his door with the peach pie in her hands this afternoon? Nobody else could or would capture his attention.
Elle falls backwards on the bed, bringing Gabriel down on top of her. "I know you want me," she whispers. "And I want you too." She draws his face down to hers.
Against his better judgment, Gabriel gives in. Her mouth parts and his tongue slides in, twisting with hers. There is something electric about it, something new and exciting. He wonders if she can feel it too.
"Wait," he stops and he rises off of her. "I can't do this. You're drunk and us doing anything is wrong."
Elle sits up. "You're not taking advantage of me. It's what I want. And isn't it when you're drunk, you get the courage to do or say things you might otherwise be too afraid to?" She slides his glasses off his face and reaches over to place it on the small night table next to the bed. Her hands then reach for the bottom of his wife beater, trying to draw it up and off his body.
"Forgive me," he mutters as he takes over and lifts his shirt over his head and tosses it aside. He's not sure if that was more for himself, God, or her when she is sober again. His hands reach for the hem of her shirt and he slowly lifts it up off her body. His throat tightens when he sees she isn't wearing a bra. His eyes are intense, burning with lust, and he pushes her back down against the bed. His head dips down and places kisses from the hollow of her throat and down her body to the space between her breasts.
Her back arches during these kisses and her hands trail down his bare back. A loud moan comes out of her when he starts lightly sucking on a nipple. "Oh God, Gabriel..." her hands reach the waistband of his sweatpants and she struggles to push them down, desperate to run her hand along his increasingly hard dick that's starting to throb against the fabric of his boxer briefs.
Gabriel lifts his head up and takes her hands away. "Not yet," he murmurs. He hooks his fingers around the top of her skirt and he slowly unzips it before sliding that and her underwear down her slim legs and adding to the growng pile of clothes on the floor.
She's so beautiful lying there on his bed. He's almost afraid to touch her now, afraid that his touch will taint this beautiful angel. Gabriel hesitates, his hands lightly skimming up her smooth legs and stopping just short at where her legs joined the rest of her body.
Elle sees his hesitation and her hand reaches for one of his. "Don't be afraid," she takes his hand and guides it to her core, shivering when his thumb brushes against her clit.
He can feel how hot and wet she is for him and he slides a finger into her. Elle gasps loudly at the feeling and she braces her palms flat against the bed. Gabriel adds another finger, slowly thrusting in and out of her.
"Confession...to...make," she pants out amid the pleasure overcoming her.
"Oh God, it's your first time?" He stops himself.
"What? No!" She exclaims. "Please,don't stop." She grinds herself against his fingers, desperate to feel something again. She sits up only to wrap an arm around his neck and bring him down to her. Her lips crush his as his fingers restart thrusting in and out of her. His mouth moves away from hers, his lips grazing down her neck to her collarbone, feeling the rise and fall of her chest as her panting gets more frequent.
By now, the throbbing of his dick is almost too much for him. He momentarily stands up to discard his boxer briefs before situating himself back down over her. Quickly, he slides into her and her hips buck up in response. Gabriel slowly pushes into her, watching her face for signs of discomfort. Seeing none, he continues to ease in and her legs come up around his waist to help drive him in.
He starts thrusting and he keeps his eyes on her face, watching it contort with pleasure. Soon Gabriel's feeling heady himself and he misses most of the words she murmurs, catching only something about 'powers' and 'company'. His hand snakes down between them and he presses his thumb against her clit. Soon he feels her walls clench around him and after added pressure, she comes.
"Fuck!" Elle almost screams as her orgasm overcomes her and her hands clutch the comforter on the bed. He swears he sees something blue spark on her skin as she's coming. But he can't voice his question as he feels his own orgasm building up within him and it isn't before long his orgasm runs through his body, and he releases in her with a groan.
His body collapses on top of hers but careful not to smother. They lie on the bed silently, nothing but the sound of breathing filling the air around them. Finally, Gabriel's head clears enough for him to ask her about what he saw earlier.
"Elle, what was that?" He pulls himself away from her body as he slowly sits up on his knees, straddling her.
She struggles to look at him through her glazed over eyes. "What was what?"
He picks up one of her hands with both of his, holding it open and running his fingers down her palm. "I could have sworn I saw something...a spark."
"Oh Gabriel," she sighs. She sits up and takes her hand away from his. "I have a power too." She forms a circle with her hands, one floating over the other, and soon a ball of electricity forms in the open air.
Gabriel's eyes widen and his eyes flicker between the electric blue sphere and her face. "You...lied to me." Rather than accusatory, his tone is somber and disappointed.
The sphere disappears abruptly as Elle drops her hands. "Yes...no, wait, it's not what you think." Her voice has lost the drunken teasing tone displayed earlier. She desperately reaches for him but he's backing off the bed, reaching for his underwear on the floor. "I work for a company that tracks people with abilities and I'm...supposed to turn you into a killer." She looks down, afraid to see what look may be coming in his eyes. "But I couldn't do it. I...like you too much. I'm not lying about that!" Her head shoots up, remorse written on her face.
Gabriel's face is almost unreadable as he now stands before her, clad in his underwear. His arms are folded across his chest as he stares at her, seeing the vulnerability of the girl naked on his bed. He opens his mouth to say something but he finds that he's speechless.
"Gabriel, please," Elle gets up off the bed and walks towards him, not caring that she isn't wearing anything. "I can explain everything...if you'll let me." She reaches for his forearms, placing her hands lightly on them and he doesn't pull away this time.
After a period of time, he manages to find his voice again. "We can talk about it in the morning." Deep down, he knows there's a ring of truth to her words and he's willing to listen. Gabriel leads her back to the bed. He pulls down the covers so they can crawl in. Once situated, he pulls the covers back over their bodies. They fall asleep with his body spooning hers and a protective arm thrown over her.
The next morning she reveals everything and Gabriel doesn't know what to believe in anymore. His fingers twitch slightly, aching to take her power, and he sends her out of his apartment before he succumbs and kills one of the only good things left in his life.
When Elle comes back later that night, he's gone. She finds Trevor's dead body and a bloodstained wall.
"Forgive me."
I think I'm gonna clump all the NC-17 fics together to make it easier on myself and maybe the readers.
Title: Watching You
Pairing: Sylar/Elle
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Sylar/Elle - Primatech S1, Elle in security booth fingering herself while she watches Sylar jerk off in his cell.
Elle sighs as she leans back in the chair and places her feet on the small table. Her eyes jump from monitor to monitor, finding absolutely nothing of interest.
"Of all the places for Daddy to stick me in, I get the stupid tiny security booth? It's so boring in here," she mutters.
She noisily slurps on her cherry Slush-O as she scans the monitors again. Adam's sleeping, Stephen Canfield is pounding on the glass, Doyle's creepily leering at any blonde women walking past his cell, and Sylar's...
Elle sits up, her eyes fixating on the screen. He's sitting on his bed, his hand wrapped around his cock. As she watches him stroke himself, she unconsciously licks her lips. She almost had him...if she hadn't gone through with the mission. But as Noah had said, they'd see him again. He had been caught in Odessa, presumably trying to go after Bennet's precious Claire-Bear. But here he was...so close and yet so far away. Daddy had forbidden her to go near him and assigned her to monitor the security cameras.
He's still stroking himself and Elle wonders what it would be like to fuck him. Riding him until he came and screamed her name. Her hand makes its way under her skirt and pushes her panties aside. Her fingers brush against her clit, sending shivers down her body. Her eyes never leave the screen, always watching Sylar.
She sees him start to quicken his strokes and she slips a finger into herself as she keeps her thumb on her clit. Her breath quickens as she adds another finger and starts pumping in and out. She rocks against her hand, pushing her fingers against her own thrusts.
On screen she sees Sylar throw bite down on his bottom lip as he comes in his hand. She can see the satisfied look on his face, his eyes practically glowing, and his lips curled up in some defiant smile. It only makes her work harder. She rubs and plays with her clit and she can feel her orgasm building in her.
A moan escapes her as she rocks harder. Finally, she feels her muscles clench around her fingers before she comes. Her eyes squeeze shut and she can feel the electricity surge in her body. Some of the electricity strays and hits a monitor or two, sending sparks as the screens crack.
She slides her hand away, letting it dangle limply over the arm of the chair as she waits for her breathing to return to normal. Luckily the television screen focused on Sylar wasn't hit and she turns her attention back to him. He's standing at the small sink in the corner of the room, washing his hands. As she leans in closer, she swears she could see him look up into the camera and give a dangerous smile.
Elle matches his smile with her own, even though he can't see it. "Just you wait, I'll find a way to play with you yet."
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Title: Petrelli Sandwich
Pairing: Sylar/Elle/Peter
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Sylar/Elle/Peter - Brothers share, don't they? - double penetration, focus on pleasing Elle.
The doorbell rings, causing Elle to push herself off of Sylar, an irritated look coming over her face. "Whoever that is, they have the worst timing." She throws a silk robe on over her bare body, tying the sash loosely and marches out of the bedroom to the apartment's front door.
"Whatever it is, I don't want to buy any!" She yells as she yanks open the door. One look at the person on the other side leaves her slightly dumbfounded. "Peter?"
"Hey Elle," he says easily. "Did I interrupt something?" He asks, eyeing the ever loosening sash on her robe, and more of her pale skin is revealed.
"Peter, you made it," Sylar's voice calls out before Elle could answer. Elle turns around and sees Gabriel walking towards them, clad only in his boxers.
"Someone want to tell me what's going on?" Elle's eyes flicker between both men.
"Elle, I arranged a bit of a birthday surprise for you. I invited Peter to join us. I can share you with him for one night."
"We just want this to be all about you," Peter hurriedly adds on.
Elle stands silently in the middle of both men. It is a few moments before she speaks up. "Me in the middle of a Petrelli sandwich? I can get behind that." Her lips curve into a grin. She grabs Peter's hand and then take's Sylar's hand in her free one, leading both of them into the bedroom.
Once inside, she lets go of Sylar's hand and latches onto Peter. "I'm glad you two could work out your jealousy issues for one night," she purrs as she reaches up to place kisses on his neck. Her fingers reach the hem of his shirt, tugging it up and Peter easily helps remove it. Elle places her hands on Peter's smooth chest and pushes him down on the bed, straddling him as she works to remove his belt and undo his pants.
Peter's eyes briefly meets Sylar's and sees him grit his teeth, a hard look coming into his eyes. Sylar may have arranged this menage a trois, but brother envy still remains. That jealousy stemmed from the fact that Peter had kissed Elle first a long time ago, even though Elle very clearly now is involved with Sylar.
Peter's eyes widen when Elle's mouth is suddenly on his cock. It doesn't take long for him to get hard and precum seeps out. She removes her lips, leering over him. "Now let's get this party started, shall we?" She turns her head, looking over at Sylar and smirking. "Don't look so glum, you get to fuck me in the ass, a rare treat for you."
Sylar's mouth twitches slightly as he makes his way to their nightstand, rifling through the top drawer before pulling out a bottle of lube.
Elle shrugs off her robe, tossing it aside. With a smile, she takes Peter's hands in hers and places them on her breasts, encouraging him to do as he liked. She firmly grips the base of Peter's cock in her hands as she slowly sinks down on him. Peter lets out a groan as he feels her walls tighten around him and his hands gently squeeze her breasts in reaction before they slide down to grip her hips.
Sylar watches Elle slowly fuck his brother as he yanks down his boxers and coats his dick and his fingers with lube. It's an oddly arousing sight to see, his girlfriend fucking his brother in front of him. She rides him, her head thrown back with pleasure. Eventually she starts leaning over until the tips of her hair brush against Peter's chest, followed by lowering herself until her chest is firmly pressed against his. Elle's ass is up in the air, ready for Sylar.
He arranges himself behind Elle on the bed. With little warning, his lubed up finger plunges into her and Elle lets out a gasp. And judging by the look on Peter's face, Sylar knows his brother can feel him too and it's not an unpleasant experience. A small smile on his face, he adds a second finger and Elle arches her back.
"Fuck!" She pants out as she clenches around Peter. "Please, get on with it."
Sylar spreads his fingers apart slightly, stretching Elle out. Elle responds by rocking against his fingers and then on Peter's cock, pressure building inside of her. Peter bites down on his bottom lip as Elle leans over, biting his shoulder as Sylar takes his fingers out and inserts his hard dick inside her.
Elle lifts herself up on her hands, back now arched. "Holy..."
The three soon find themselves with a perfect rhythm, both men focused on Elle. Her face is flushed as she her breath quickens and as she comes, electricity flies out and hits both men. The brothers grunt at the sting and they're both aching to come themselves. Elle shifts her body slightly and the shift causes Peter to release in her. He's gasping himself as he closes his eyes and his chest rises and falls as he struggles to catch his breath.
Sylar smirks as he wraps his arms around Elle, lifting her off of Peter and shifts them both to another part of the expansive bed. Just the simple act of moving her around while he's still in her makes him want to groan. He pushes Elle down, her face pressed against the comforter, and he thrusts in and out of her. One hand reaches around and down so his fingers can toy with her clit while the other is firmly gripping her hip hard enough to leave a bruise.
"Oh my God," is muffled as Elle turns her face into the comforter as she comes. This time, Sylar comes too, his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head. Elle collapses on the bed as he lets go and slides out of her and he falls backwards.
The three of them lie still on the bed in various positions, only breathing instead of talking. After a few moments, Sylar stirs and moves to Elle's other side so she's sandwiched between the brothers. He throws a protective arm around her and she grabs Peter's hand and holds it in hers.
"Well, that was certainly a great birthday present," Elle murmurs tiredly. "Peter, you should stay."
An uneasy look crosses his face because he knows that it's ultimately up to Sylar.
"It's her birthday, it will make her happy, so stay." Sylar lifts his head and looks over Elle's form at Peter.
Peter swallows and nods, bringing his body closer to Elle's. His hand reaches out to gently brush back her hair and stroke her cheek. He leans over, placing a light kiss on her cheek. "Happy birthday, Elle." His head hits the pillow and he turns his body, feeling Elle snuggle against his back and she throws an arm around him, much like Sylar had done to her earlier.
The three fall asleep soon after and when Elle and Sylar wake up the next morning, they find a note where Peter's body had been.
"Thank you."
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Title: Teaching
Pairing: Sylar/Elle/Luke
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Sylar/Elle/Luke - Sylar teaches Luke how to please a woman. (And if Elle makes a crack about Luke being better it would be even more awesomesauce)
A/N: Special hell for writing this, go me! and sorry about all the tense changes!
Sylar and Elle have both noticed Luke eyeing her hungrily with all the lust a 16 year old boy can show. Subtlety be damned, it's just plain out there for them to see. The two had laughed about it privately when they managed to get alone from him. It just so happened that their alone time involved showering while Luke lounged on the motel bed, mindlessly watching TV.
"You've seen the way he looks down my shirt instead of at my face, right?" Elle giggles as she steps into the spray of hot water.
Sylar follows her and pulls the curtain shut. "He's got a lot to learn."
"Why don't you teach him? Just not the part where you try to kill the girl several hours after you fucked."
And there it was, the idea thrown out there by Elle. They both looked at each other and silently came to an agreement. Sylar would teach Luke on how to please women and Elle would offer herself for the cause.
"I'm setting rules for this."
"But it's my body."
"Call me possessive," Sylar grins. He pulls her closer to him and dips his head down to capture her mouth in a kiss as the water from the shower head beat down on them.
They approach Luke the next day with their idea.
"Hey Microwave." Elle plops down on the bed next to the teenager while Sylar stands in front of him.
"Should I ask why you're both looking at me like that?"
"You want to tell him or should I?" Elle looks up at Sylar, laughter in her eyes.
"Go ahead, it was your idea."
"Well Luke," Elle starts, bringing her hand to Luke's shoulder. "I've noticed the way you've been looking at me." She shifts her sitting position so she can stretch her legs out over Luke's lap.
"Um...you have?" Luke gulps nervously.
"Of course, silly. It's not hard to miss," she smiles teasingly as she runs her hand through his short hair. "And we decided that you need to be taught how to properly please women."
"What?" The boy's eyes widen and he looks over to Sylar for some sort of confirmation. He gets it in the form of a terse nod.
"And even better," Elle continues as she hooks her arms around him playfully, "You get to practice on me. It's your dream isn't it?" She laughs as she sends some shocks into his body.
"Just a few rules," Sylar interrupts. "One, I will be watching very carefully so don't try anything funny. Two, you will listen to what I tell you to do. Three, you will not actually be having sex with her."
"It's kind of cute to see you a little jealous," Elle grins devilishly as she swings her legs off of Luke and lets go of him.
"Should I tell you what I did with Candice and Maya?"
Elle's grin turns into a frown quickly. "No." Her eyes slightly narrow. "Okay, I get your point. End of discussion about that." She positions herself more comfortably on the bed. "Want to start teaching?"
"Why not?" Sylar shrugs.
"Come on, Luke," Elle grabs the boy and pulls him down on top of her. His face is inches away from hers and she gives him a little smirk and pushes him down her body.
Luke's fingers catch onto the waistband of her shorts and he gently tugs them down her slim legs. His breath catches in his throat at the sight of Elle wearing a pair of blue lacy boyshorts and he swallows hard. Elle props herself up onto her elbows, looking at him.
"Like what you see?" She purrs before looking over at Sylar, who looks on with a bemused expression.
"Congratulations, step one is complete. Now what do you think you should do?" Sylar asks dryly as he walks over to the bed and positions himself behind Elle, letting her fall back and rest against him.
"Umm...I."
Sylar holds up his hand. "Don't talk about it. Just do it."
Luke tentatively pushes Elle's legs apart before he brushes his fingers against her center, feeling her through the thin fabric of her underwear. He looks back up and seeing the encouraging looks, he presses his fingers harder and Elle visibly shivers. Luke takes the chance to pull down her underwear and slip it off her body. Slowly, he lowers his head and his tongue comes out to tease her clit.
Elle's back arches and a small moan escapes her. "Keep going."
Luke begins to feel more comfortable, his braveness showing as he licks her harder, her taste filling his mouth. He takes his mouth away and slides a finger inside her, feeling how wet she is. Elle's hips buck at the feeling and she clenches around him.
"You can add another finger, you know." Sylar says quietly, looking on. His hands gently brush Elle's bangs back from her face. "She likes that."
Luke nods and he slides another finger inside Elle. She moans when the teenager starts pumping his fingers in and out of her and her face is getting flushed. He keeps his thumb against her clit, pressing and toying to see the reaction it brings.
Elle's panting now and her arms reach up and her hands grab Sylar's face and brings it down to hers, hungrily kissing him upside down as she feels her orgasm well up in her. A few more thrusts of Luke's fingers and she's there. She bites down on Sylar's lip and she can't help but let out some sparks.
Both guys pull away, wincing slightly from the contact with her sparks.
"That was pretty good, Microwave," Elle lazily smiles.
Luke can only nod as he realizes how tight his pants feel and he gets off the bed to go into the bathroom.
Once the door closes behind him, Elle looks up at Sylar. "Gosh...I think he might even be better at this than you are," Her lips curl up into a teasing smile, a mischievous look in her eyes.
"Oh yeah? We'll see about that." He slides out from under her and in a swift move, tops her, a look of pure lust mixed with jealousy in his eyes.
"Don't talk, show me."
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Title: Confession
Pairing: Gabriel/Elle
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Gabriel+Elle - 3.08 verse. This takes place the same night HRG told her to call Trevor & use him as bait. That night Elle shows up drunk at Gabriel's & confesses everything [her power, company, trevor, etc] while trying to seduce him at the same time. Bonus points if there's smut.
The last thing Gabriel expects is to see Elle twice in the same day. Yet, here it was, midnight, several hours after they had eaten peach pie and he made his confession to her. Wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a simple black wife beater, he is settled down on the plastic covered chair with Chandra's book, Activating Evolution, in his hands. There is a pounding on the door and he nearly jumps out of the chair. Cautiously, he places the book down on the floor before rising and peeking through the peep hole. All he saw sees is messy blonde hair and bright blue eyes.
Gabriel open the door. "Elle?"
"Gabriel!" She practically falls into him as she stumbles into the room. "I hope I'm not inconviencing you but I just really had to see you again." She's not dressed like how she was a few hours earlier. Gone are the black pants and the simple blue top. In their place is a short black skirt and an off the shoulder red silk top.
He can smell the alcohol on her breath and wonders just how much she's had to drink. "N...no, you're not inconviencing me. But what are you doing here? And how much have you had to drink?" He grabs her arm gently and leads her over to his now vacant chair.
Elle giggles before responding. "Oh not that much...I don't think. I can't remember exactly. Maybe a few shots, a Long Island or two, and some appletinis. The guys at the bar just kept buying me more!" She looks up at him, a not all there grin on her face.
"Guys huh? Yeah, I bet they kept buying you more," Gabriel mutters, jealousy seeping into his voice. "Let me get you some water." But before he can take a step towards his small kitche, Elle latches onto his arm and holds on tightly.
"Don't leave!"
"Elle, relax. I'm only going over to the kitchen," he points with his free arm.
"Well, I'm coming with you," she stubbornly insists. Getting up on unsteady legs, she still holds onto him as he eases her over to the sink.
As he fills up a glass of water, Elle gets uncharacteristically quiet. "Gabriel, do you think I'm a good person?"
"What? What kind of question is that?"
"Because I have a confession to make," her voice gets louder in a dramatic stage whisper.
"Oh yeah? What's that?" He hands her the glass of water, which she greedily gulps down.
"I...um...I like you a lot," she smiles widely as she reaches behind her to place the empty glass down. "Don't you like me?" Her body presses up against his, her hands traveling up his arms and hooking around his neck.
Gabriel gulps nervously. "Of course, I like you Elle. But you're drunk and we should probably get you to bed. I'll find some other place to sleep."
"We can share the bed," Elle whispers teasingly, getting up on her tip toes, getting dangerously close to his face.
It takes a lot of effort for Gabriel to look away from her and her kissable lips...so close to his face. "Elle...I don't know if that's a good idea."
"Sure, it is." In a swift move, she brings her lips to his. He's surprised and he tries to protest but her tongue easily slips into his mouth. She tastes like alcohol, unsurprisingly. After a few seconds, he finally manages to push her away and hold her at arm's length. "You're drunk, you don't know what you're doing."
Elle pouts. "I know exactly what I'm doing." She grabs his arms and starts walking backwards towards his bed. "Don't you want me?"
Did he want her? God, he wanted her so badly. Ever since the moment she gave him that little smile and said she was an angel with a broken watch. Then when she showed up at his door with the peach pie in her hands this afternoon? Nobody else could or would capture his attention.
Elle falls backwards on the bed, bringing Gabriel down on top of her. "I know you want me," she whispers. "And I want you too." She draws his face down to hers.
Against his better judgment, Gabriel gives in. Her mouth parts and his tongue slides in, twisting with hers. There is something electric about it, something new and exciting. He wonders if she can feel it too.
"Wait," he stops and he rises off of her. "I can't do this. You're drunk and us doing anything is wrong."
Elle sits up. "You're not taking advantage of me. It's what I want. And isn't it when you're drunk, you get the courage to do or say things you might otherwise be too afraid to?" She slides his glasses off his face and reaches over to place it on the small night table next to the bed. Her hands then reach for the bottom of his wife beater, trying to draw it up and off his body.
"Forgive me," he mutters as he takes over and lifts his shirt over his head and tosses it aside. He's not sure if that was more for himself, God, or her when she is sober again. His hands reach for the hem of her shirt and he slowly lifts it up off her body. His throat tightens when he sees she isn't wearing a bra. His eyes are intense, burning with lust, and he pushes her back down against the bed. His head dips down and places kisses from the hollow of her throat and down her body to the space between her breasts.
Her back arches during these kisses and her hands trail down his bare back. A loud moan comes out of her when he starts lightly sucking on a nipple. "Oh God, Gabriel..." her hands reach the waistband of his sweatpants and she struggles to push them down, desperate to run her hand along his increasingly hard dick that's starting to throb against the fabric of his boxer briefs.
Gabriel lifts his head up and takes her hands away. "Not yet," he murmurs. He hooks his fingers around the top of her skirt and he slowly unzips it before sliding that and her underwear down her slim legs and adding to the growng pile of clothes on the floor.
She's so beautiful lying there on his bed. He's almost afraid to touch her now, afraid that his touch will taint this beautiful angel. Gabriel hesitates, his hands lightly skimming up her smooth legs and stopping just short at where her legs joined the rest of her body.
Elle sees his hesitation and her hand reaches for one of his. "Don't be afraid," she takes his hand and guides it to her core, shivering when his thumb brushes against her clit.
He can feel how hot and wet she is for him and he slides a finger into her. Elle gasps loudly at the feeling and she braces her palms flat against the bed. Gabriel adds another finger, slowly thrusting in and out of her.
"Confession...to...make," she pants out amid the pleasure overcoming her.
"Oh God, it's your first time?" He stops himself.
"What? No!" She exclaims. "Please,don't stop." She grinds herself against his fingers, desperate to feel something again. She sits up only to wrap an arm around his neck and bring him down to her. Her lips crush his as his fingers restart thrusting in and out of her. His mouth moves away from hers, his lips grazing down her neck to her collarbone, feeling the rise and fall of her chest as her panting gets more frequent.
By now, the throbbing of his dick is almost too much for him. He momentarily stands up to discard his boxer briefs before situating himself back down over her. Quickly, he slides into her and her hips buck up in response. Gabriel slowly pushes into her, watching her face for signs of discomfort. Seeing none, he continues to ease in and her legs come up around his waist to help drive him in.
He starts thrusting and he keeps his eyes on her face, watching it contort with pleasure. Soon Gabriel's feeling heady himself and he misses most of the words she murmurs, catching only something about 'powers' and 'company'. His hand snakes down between them and he presses his thumb against her clit. Soon he feels her walls clench around him and after added pressure, she comes.
"Fuck!" Elle almost screams as her orgasm overcomes her and her hands clutch the comforter on the bed. He swears he sees something blue spark on her skin as she's coming. But he can't voice his question as he feels his own orgasm building up within him and it isn't before long his orgasm runs through his body, and he releases in her with a groan.
His body collapses on top of hers but careful not to smother. They lie on the bed silently, nothing but the sound of breathing filling the air around them. Finally, Gabriel's head clears enough for him to ask her about what he saw earlier.
"Elle, what was that?" He pulls himself away from her body as he slowly sits up on his knees, straddling her.
She struggles to look at him through her glazed over eyes. "What was what?"
He picks up one of her hands with both of his, holding it open and running his fingers down her palm. "I could have sworn I saw something...a spark."
"Oh Gabriel," she sighs. She sits up and takes her hand away from his. "I have a power too." She forms a circle with her hands, one floating over the other, and soon a ball of electricity forms in the open air.
Gabriel's eyes widen and his eyes flicker between the electric blue sphere and her face. "You...lied to me." Rather than accusatory, his tone is somber and disappointed.
The sphere disappears abruptly as Elle drops her hands. "Yes...no, wait, it's not what you think." Her voice has lost the drunken teasing tone displayed earlier. She desperately reaches for him but he's backing off the bed, reaching for his underwear on the floor. "I work for a company that tracks people with abilities and I'm...supposed to turn you into a killer." She looks down, afraid to see what look may be coming in his eyes. "But I couldn't do it. I...like you too much. I'm not lying about that!" Her head shoots up, remorse written on her face.
Gabriel's face is almost unreadable as he now stands before her, clad in his underwear. His arms are folded across his chest as he stares at her, seeing the vulnerability of the girl naked on his bed. He opens his mouth to say something but he finds that he's speechless.
"Gabriel, please," Elle gets up off the bed and walks towards him, not caring that she isn't wearing anything. "I can explain everything...if you'll let me." She reaches for his forearms, placing her hands lightly on them and he doesn't pull away this time.
After a period of time, he manages to find his voice again. "We can talk about it in the morning." Deep down, he knows there's a ring of truth to her words and he's willing to listen. Gabriel leads her back to the bed. He pulls down the covers so they can crawl in. Once situated, he pulls the covers back over their bodies. They fall asleep with his body spooning hers and a protective arm thrown over her.
The next morning she reveals everything and Gabriel doesn't know what to believe in anymore. His fingers twitch slightly, aching to take her power, and he sends her out of his apartment before he succumbs and kills one of the only good things left in his life.
When Elle comes back later that night, he's gone. She finds Trevor's dead body and a bloodstained wall.
"Forgive me."