Its better to give than to receive
Title: It’s better to give than to receive
Characters/Pairings: Elle/Sylar, Elle/Claire, Sylar/Claire
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1,542
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Non Con
Disclaimer: I own nothing sadly
Summary: Sylar gets Elle a gift that he thinks they will both enjoy.
A/N Thanks to
eternal_moonie and aurilly for betaing
“Elle.”
Sylar shook her shoulder gently and her eyes flickered open.
“What?”
“I got you something.”
Elle opened her eyes more clearly and glanced at the clock. It was two thirty; if Sylar thought she was getting up at this time for anything he was mistaken; if she hadn’t been so tired she would have electrocuted him.
“I don’t care. I’m going back to sleep.”
“Just take a look at your present.”
“Unless it’s a puppy, there is no way I’m moving.”
Elle pulled the covers over her head and snuggled down into them. She was fairly sure that Sylar hadn’t gotten her a puppy since he wasn’t a great fan of animals. He knew her well enough to realise she would shock it every time it annoyed her, and puppies didn’t handle being electrified very well.
“It’s not a puppy.”
“I knew it.”
“It’s better.”
“Just go away.”
She mumbled from under the covers.
Sylar shook his head. He knew it wasn’t the best idea to wake Elle up in the middle of the night but he had gone to a lot of trouble getting this gift for her and the least she could do was look at it. Using his telekinesis, he pulled the covers away from her.
Elle scowled: first he had woken her up and then he’d taken the covers away. She sent a stream of sparks at him.
“Truce. Just come take a quick look at it. If you don’t like it you can go back to sleep.”
“Fine, but if I don’t like it you’re sleeping on the sofa.”
“Done.”
Elle climbed out of the bed grumpily.
“You’d better have kept the receipt.”
“It doesn’t have a receipt.”
“Oh great, you stole it.”
“Not exactly.”
Sylar pushed open the door to reveal a naked and gagged Claire Bennet. Her hands were cuffed above her head, and her feet tied slightly apart.
Elle gasped and ran into the room.
“You are the best boyfriend ever.”
Sylar smirked.
“I said you’d like it.”
“Yeah, and you’ll get your reward later.”
Elle walked over to the girl and ran a hand along her stomach, sparking slightly.
“Hey, cheerleader. Long time no see.”
Clare tried to scream at her but it was no use with the gag on.
Elle pressed a finger to Claire’s lips and shushed her.
“We haven’t even given you anything to scream about yet.”
Sylar walked over to Elle and started to kiss along her neck.
“Come on, let’s ungag her. I like it when they scream. Besides, if she gets annoying we’ll just put it back in.”
“Okay, it’s not like we have to worry about waking the neighbours. There’s no one out here but us.”
Sylar reached round and untied the gag. Claire spat it out and tugged at the handcuffs.
“Two serial killers living on an abandoned farm. How cliché.”
Elle scowled.
“It’s hardly abandoned. We’ve been living here for a year.”
“Yeah, she’s done wonders with the place.”
“Thanks.”
Claire rolled her eyes.
“You two are amazingly creepy.”
“Not that I don’t love the brave new you, cheerleader, but aren’t you meant to be quaking in fear right now?”
“Why, because you’re going to torture me? I can’t feel pain; your boyfriend made sure of that.”
Sylar’s grin widened and he brushed her hair behind her ears.
“Oh Claire bear, just because you can’t feel pain doesn’t mean you can’t feel.”
“I’m not afraid of you. There’s nothing you can do to me.”
“Oh cheerleader, so naïve. All that will change after tonight.”
“You see, Claire, there’s nothing really we can’t do to you.”
Claire pulled at the handcuffs. She had been scared before, but now she was terrified. She knew Sylar and Elle were unstable and there was no knowing what they would do to her.
“Please, look if you want. If you want information, I could get that for you.”
“Shh, cheerleader, there’s really no need for talking now.”
“No, stop, please…”
Sylar placed his hand over her mouth.
“Remember, Claire, the gag can go in again at any minute, so just be quiet like a good little girl.”
He took his hand away and kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth.
Elle bent her head and ran her finger around Claire’s nipple, pinching it slightly.
“You’re getting hard. Cheerleader, that’s a good sign.”
Elle lowered her mouth forward and started sucking on it, running her tongue along it and then biting suddenly.
Claire tried to jerk away but the chains kept her firmly in place. She couldn’t feel pain but she was feeling whatever the hell they were doing to her. She could feel Elle’s mouth across her nipples and Sylar’s hands caressing her body.
“I think our little Claire bear is having fun.”
Elle stood up, smirking, and placed two fingers at Claire’s entrance.
“Oh cheerleader, someone’s wet.”
“No I’m not!”
Elle slid a finger inside for a moment and held it up. Sylar brought it to his mouth and sucked deeply.
“You taste so sweet, Claire bear.”
“If I’d known you would like it this much, we would have done this years ago.”
“I don’t. Please just stop. If you let me go, I won’t tell anyone.”
“You won’t tell anyone what, Claire bear? That we had our way with you and you enjoyed it?”
“No...”
Elle started rubbing Claire’s clit gently.
“Let me ask you question, Claire, woman to woman. Are you still a virgin?”
Elle rubbed harder and thrust a finger into her.
“There’s no need to be shy, Claire.”
Claire shook her head defiantly.
“You’re crazy. Sorry to spoil your demented fun, but I’m not a virgin so you can forget whatever you had planned.”
“Oh Claire bear, you’re so bad, I have this little ability to tell when people are lying, and that was a lie.”
Elle thrust another finger into Claire and started moving them in and out.
“How perfect. It’s like you’ve been saving yourself for us.”
Sylar leaned down and licked along her earlobe.
“Trust me, we’ll be better than any of your boyfriends ever would be.”
Elle pressed her thumb against Claire’s clit and sparked softly.
“Don’t be embarrassed to cum. We’re all friends here.”
Claire bit down on her lip. She could feel the orgasm building inside her. It was horrible and wrong but her clit was pulsing and it felt so good.
Elle grinned as she felt Claire’s muscles tighten around her fingers and heard a moan escape girl’s lips.
“Should we let Sylar have a go now or keep it just us girls?”
“Please don’t let him.”
Maybe Elle would help her, Claire thought. If she could convince Elle that it would be more fun just to have her to herself, Sylar wouldn’t get to touch her.
“Just you, please. Just you.”
“Oh now, that’s selfish. I think we should let him get a turn. Haven’t you heard? Sharing’s fun.”
“Thank you, Elle.”
Elle pulled him closer and kissed him deeply.
“I’m hurt, Claire bear. I thought you were having fun. Maybe I’m being too nice. Perhaps I need to be a little rougher.”
“No, I’m sorry.”
“That’s not quite good enough, Claire. you hurt my feelings.”
Claire looked at Elle’s wide eyes.
“What can I do?”
Sylar cupped her chin and tilted her head to look at him.
“Beg me, Claire.”
“Beg you?”
“Beg me to fuck you.”
“No I can’t, I won’t!”
“Here’s how things can go, Claire. You can have a wonderful first time---gentle and tender everything you want it to be, or it can be the worst time of your life. You decide.”
“Please fuck me.”
Elle shook her head.
“Needs more enthusiasm.”
“I need you to fuck me. I’ll do anything.”
“Oh that’s good, Claire bear. What about Elle? You want her too, right?”
“Yes, I want both of you.”
“You want both of us to what?”
“To fuck me I want both of you to fuck me.”
“Perfect, Claire bear.”
Sylar smirked and wrapped an arm around her waist, placing light kissing along her chest.
Claire felt him enter her, she couldn’t help but whimper. Elle was kissing her ear slowly.
“Feels good doesn’t it?”
She hated to admit it, but it did. He was being tender, sliding himself in and out of her. Claire could feel Elle kissing along her jaw it all felt so good but it wasn’t meant to.
Sylar plunged deeper into Claire and tugged her clit.
“I know you want to cum, Claire bear.”
Claire tried to shake her head, but Elle pulled head back by the hair. It felt like she was going to burst, she didn’t want to cum but she needed to.
Claire came with Sylar, and she couldn’t help but cry out.
“That’s my girl.”
“Just let me go now, okay? You’ve had your fun.”
“What are you talking about, cheerleader, we’re nowhere near finished, even for tonight.”
“How long are you going to keep me here for?”
Claire asked attempting to keep her voice from rising.
“Forever, Claire bear. You’re ours forever.”