For Your Eyes Only (fic)
Author: Razycrandomgirl
Title: For Your Eyes Only
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: NC-17 smut and such
Characters/Pairings: Maya/Sylar/Elle (sorta)
Disclaimer: Don’t own them. Just like to play with them sometimes.
Spoilers/Time Line: AU
Summery: Watch and learn.
Author’s Notes: For
define_serenity. Happy belated! Who requested kinky smut. Hope you like it. unbate'd concrit please do your worst. Also thanks to
albion1919 for looking it over. if it's off in anyway tis all my fault. :x Also for the un_love _you prompt # 15 "This is my desperation in action." enjoy
Elle watched Sylar seduce Maya. She watched him whittle away at her resistance, play his perfect mind game, until she foolishly let him fuck her again and again. It took time. Maya was a hard sale, but he had the patients of a panther and so did she.
She watched and she learned from them both, that delicate dance. Maya’s submission and how Sylar would beg of it from her. He unwittingly tangled himself in her web. He would supplicate for her to bend under his hand. And she would only do it because it pleased her to do so. She let him bring her pleasure. She brought that out in him.
Elle wanted to please her too. Elle didn’t want to be left out. She was careful, slipped in like silk.
She never let them know she was there. She was fascinated with them. The way they moved together mesmerized her. Maya called him Gabriel. She was the only one who could say it they way he liked to hear it. He kissed her, she flushed and he breathing got funny when his hand disappeared between them. Elle wanted to flush that way.
She cornered him in the hallway one day. She tried to play that game.
“I know about the two of you.”
He tried to brush her off, but she wasn’t Candice and couldn’t be as easily ignored. She pushed him up against a nearby wall, the other hand sparking threateningly.
“Don’t ignore me. I don’t like it when people do that.”
“I have work to do, Elle, and don’t have time to play games with you.” He pushed her away from him.
“Oh so it’s work when you’re off fucking Maya in some quiet part of the complex?” his shoulders stiffened at her words and he stopped in his tracks. She smiled and walked over to him, slipping a hand over his shoulder, leaning against his arm. “You must love your job, putting in all those extra long, hard hours. You’re so very dedicated to your work.”
She glided around to the front of him, noticing the lack of color in his face.
“What do you want?”
“I want to play.”
“What do you mean?” he squinted his eyes at her
“I’m going to join you next time.”
“No.” he tried to push past her again.
“I could just have daddy transfer her to another place far, far away from here. She could be shacked up with another version of you in 5 hours time, just like that.” She shocked him in the arm to make her point. He backed away from her rubbing the spot she’d just touched.
“Sorry” she smiled sickeningly sweet up at him.
“I’m not fucking you.”
She flinched at the cruelty in his voice, but quick as a flash recomposed herself.
“Don’t worry, I won’t make you. I’m more interested in her, actually. What you do to her, I want to make that happen.”
He sniffed at her, baring his teeth as he leaned down over her whispering. “She’s mine.”
He scared her but she wouldn’t let him know that. “Come on Sylar. We’ve all got to learn to share our toys.”
**
He kissed her mouth softly, running his hands over the cloth that covered her eyes. He whispered into her ear. “Confía en m픹 Elle can almost feel the heat of his breath pushing against the shell of her own ear as he continues speaking to her in her native tongue. “Cierra los ojos, cariña.”²
Elle wished she’d bothered to learn Spanish. She took a step toward them, but Sylar threw her a look of warning, shaking his head before he turned back to Maya. He bent down close to her mouth and brushed his hand against her naked thigh. “Mantenlos cerrados, pase lo que pase”
Elle watched Maya’s face scrunch beneath the blindfold, she watched Sylar’s hand disappear under the over sized shirt. Elle saw Maya’s features smooth out as she imagined what his hands were doing to her. Maya let out a sigh that turned into a groan and her hips started to move against his hand.
“No, no, no aqui.”³
“Shhh” he cooed and pushed her against a wall, spreading her legs as he lifted her up. “It’s okay. Trust me.” his hand moved furiously between them and Maya began to shake, her mouth fell open in a round O.
Elle was reminded of the testing labs and what they did to her in there. It was never like this. She shuddered and reached out her hand towards them. It started to crackle lightly and she fisted her hand, pulling her powers back as Sylar put his head next to Maya’s. He cut his eyes at Elle; they were filled with lust and rimmed with a tinge of annoyance. Elle swallowed hard and leaned against the same wall that pinched Maya between Sylar.
Sylar used his free hand to move Maya closer to him. Maya’s hand groped at him feeling what she could not see. He bent his knees a little to better support them as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He kissed her mouth again, making a trail over her jaw and down her neck. He pulled his hand away from her, instead, slowly grinding his hips against her.
Elle slid her body along the wall trying to get a better look. The air became thick with the sent of sex and ozone. Elle opened her mouth to taste the air, her breath becoming audible.
“What was that?” Maya moved her hand to the cloth covering her eyes. Elle bit her lip and took a step back away from them, into the shadows. She felt her eyes grow when Sylar laid his hand on Maya’s, pulling it down between them.
“Nothing, Maya, I need you to help me. Help me, Maya.” he pulled the tie at his waist, pushing her hand past the elastic band.
“I love it when you beg.” Her voice, thick with her Dominican accent and want, slapped against the cold walls. He hissed when she touched him. Her face turned into a smile and when he kissed her she laughed into his mouth.
Elle watched Maya’s arm jerk at the elbow and Sylar move against the motion. He made little sounds, pulling his mouth away from hers and burying his face in Maya’s neck. His hand traced her dark hair over the sharp contrast of the white tile behind them. The strands tangle around his fingers and he fisted them as she brought him closer to the edge.
Elle unconsciously twirled her blond tresses about her digits, gnawing at her lip again. She ventured closer, one step after another.
“It’s time, now.” She pulled at his hair; his hands were on her hips. Elle heard the sound of cloth tearing. She knew it was happening and couldn’t look away. This was really happening and she was the only witness.
Sylar parted the shirt that covered Maya’s skin. He leaned over; head bowed and pushed his way into her. Maya groaned. Elle felt her own body contract and brushed her hands down her thighs.
Maya used the power in her legs to push herself on him. Sylar grabbed her ass, steering her over the head of his cock. When he found a position he liked he began a jackhammer motion that shook Maya. Her muscles tensed and relaxed visibly. Their skin shined with perspiration. Sylar’s fingers dug into Maya’s thigh, she hissed as his motions spend up.
“Is this what you wanted to see?” Maya voice jerked as Sylar moved against her, she pulled him closer, holding him tightly against her.
Elle’s head swam as thoughts rushed against her skull. Her knees wobbled. She didn’t dare speak, but moved closer to them so that she could feel the heat coming off of their bodies. She looked through their limbs, down to where the fit together.
His sex impaled her, the motion and the size of him scrapping inside of her. Elle could feel it too. Her legs collapsed, and she felt the floor beneath her. She felt her clit throb achingly; she rubbed her hand between her legs cross and uncrossing them. She closed her eyes and listen.
She breathed out and drew a deep breath in through her nose. The smell of them was thick in the air. The sound of them made her head light and she slid her head to the floor getting a different viewpoint of them.
She looked up at them then, at the angle of their union. Her hand working over her clothes, over the pulse, against the rocking of her own hips and she couldn’t tear her eyes away. She had to have more.
“Make her come, Sylar. Stop teasing her.” it came out against gritted teeth.
Sylar snatched a looked down at Elle on the floor. His motions slowed from the distraction of her voice. He wanted to be angry, to send her away for interfering, but when he saw her face, his eyes softened. Maya panted against him, clinging to him like he was the last thing on earth. Sylar knew Maya was close, he knew she didn’t care, she just wanted release.
Maya pinched him with her legs, pulling herself up his body. She used tongue and teeth to make a path along his flesh, nipping along his jaw, flicking her tongue under his ear. She used her arms to pull herself up and swirled her hips, pressing down on him in tight short thrust.
“Don’t stop now. You wanted to give her a show?” Maya arched off the wall, flipping her hair to one side and pushed her breasts into his chest. “Fuck me.”
Sylar looked down at Elle looking up at them, and then back at Maya as her bucking pushed him further inside her. “Do it Sylar!” he heard Elle say.
Maya ran her hand over his hair, yanking it sharply. Her eyes bore into his. “Fóllame, Sylar!”4
It had been the first time Elle ever heard Maya refer to him by his murderers name. And by Sylar’s reaction it looked like it was the first time she’ used it on him. His face flickered, than a cool mask clicked into place with such speed Elle thought she heard a tick.
He pulled away from her, dragging her to a tiny table and pushing her roughly against the wall behind it. He smoothed a hand over her face and pulled the blindfold away from her eyes.
“Never call me that.” He said before reentering her, slowly deliberately. Her eyes rolled back into her head. He moved his hand to her shoulder squeezing it until she looked at him again. He looked at her as he pushed in again. They both groaned and he wouldn’t let her look away.
“Understand?”
“Si Gabriel” she clenched herself as he perforated inside her.
Elle got up from the floor, stood on shaky legs and moved to the other side of the table. Sylar reached on hand behind Maya and pulled her hair. Her body arched towards his and he brushed his teeth along her neck, nipping occasionally. He laid her beneath him and pushed harder into her. Maya grunted, squeezing her eyes shut, bushing her hands over his narrow hips. He wrapped his hand in her hair, yanking it with every jerk of their bodies.
Shallow for her, deep for him.
“My god” Elle said as she watched him enter her. Maya’s face pinched in determination, she bit into her lip as Sylar slapped into her deep and measured. He slowed then sped up, holding off her orgasm. Maya clenched and he followed through with fast shallow thrust. She tilled her hips up on shaky limbs and when his dick found that soft cluster, striking home, she came, shaking violently in his arms.
And he followed soon after spilling into her. He collapsed tiredly upon her, resting his face in her hair, breathing hard in her ear.
Elle, suddenly feeling like an intruder, uncurled her fingers from the edge of the table, standing up straight. Her breath was heavy and she brushed her hands down her clothes, smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles.
“Well, that was … Enlightening.” She smiled, tilting her head as a barb of lightening rolled down her arm then crackled over her knuckles. “Can’t wait for the next lesson.” There was a burn in her cheeks and an ache in her belly, and she played with the idea of visiting her ‘English Patient’ before leaving. She licked her lips and walked briskly out the door.
Translations: thanks to
adharaphoenix
Trust me¹
Keep them closed, no matter what ²
No, not here³
Fuck me 4
Title: For Your Eyes Only
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: NC-17 smut and such
Characters/Pairings: Maya/Sylar/Elle (sorta)
Disclaimer: Don’t own them. Just like to play with them sometimes.
Spoilers/Time Line: AU
Summery: Watch and learn.
Author’s Notes: For
define_serenity. Happy belated! Who requested kinky smut. Hope you like it. unbate'd concrit please do your worst. Also thanks to
albion1919 for looking it over. if it's off in anyway tis all my fault. :x Also for the un_love _you prompt # 15 "This is my desperation in action." enjoy
Elle watched Sylar seduce Maya. She watched him whittle away at her resistance, play his perfect mind game, until she foolishly let him fuck her again and again. It took time. Maya was a hard sale, but he had the patients of a panther and so did she.
She watched and she learned from them both, that delicate dance. Maya’s submission and how Sylar would beg of it from her. He unwittingly tangled himself in her web. He would supplicate for her to bend under his hand. And she would only do it because it pleased her to do so. She let him bring her pleasure. She brought that out in him.
Elle wanted to please her too. Elle didn’t want to be left out. She was careful, slipped in like silk.
She never let them know she was there. She was fascinated with them. The way they moved together mesmerized her. Maya called him Gabriel. She was the only one who could say it they way he liked to hear it. He kissed her, she flushed and he breathing got funny when his hand disappeared between them. Elle wanted to flush that way.
She cornered him in the hallway one day. She tried to play that game.
“I know about the two of you.”
He tried to brush her off, but she wasn’t Candice and couldn’t be as easily ignored. She pushed him up against a nearby wall, the other hand sparking threateningly.
“Don’t ignore me. I don’t like it when people do that.”
“I have work to do, Elle, and don’t have time to play games with you.” He pushed her away from him.
“Oh so it’s work when you’re off fucking Maya in some quiet part of the complex?” his shoulders stiffened at her words and he stopped in his tracks. She smiled and walked over to him, slipping a hand over his shoulder, leaning against his arm. “You must love your job, putting in all those extra long, hard hours. You’re so very dedicated to your work.”
She glided around to the front of him, noticing the lack of color in his face.
“What do you want?”
“I want to play.”
“What do you mean?” he squinted his eyes at her
“I’m going to join you next time.”
“No.” he tried to push past her again.
“I could just have daddy transfer her to another place far, far away from here. She could be shacked up with another version of you in 5 hours time, just like that.” She shocked him in the arm to make her point. He backed away from her rubbing the spot she’d just touched.
“Sorry” she smiled sickeningly sweet up at him.
“I’m not fucking you.”
She flinched at the cruelty in his voice, but quick as a flash recomposed herself.
“Don’t worry, I won’t make you. I’m more interested in her, actually. What you do to her, I want to make that happen.”
He sniffed at her, baring his teeth as he leaned down over her whispering. “She’s mine.”
He scared her but she wouldn’t let him know that. “Come on Sylar. We’ve all got to learn to share our toys.”
**
He kissed her mouth softly, running his hands over the cloth that covered her eyes. He whispered into her ear. “Confía en m픹 Elle can almost feel the heat of his breath pushing against the shell of her own ear as he continues speaking to her in her native tongue. “Cierra los ojos, cariña.”²
Elle wished she’d bothered to learn Spanish. She took a step toward them, but Sylar threw her a look of warning, shaking his head before he turned back to Maya. He bent down close to her mouth and brushed his hand against her naked thigh. “Mantenlos cerrados, pase lo que pase”
Elle watched Maya’s face scrunch beneath the blindfold, she watched Sylar’s hand disappear under the over sized shirt. Elle saw Maya’s features smooth out as she imagined what his hands were doing to her. Maya let out a sigh that turned into a groan and her hips started to move against his hand.
“No, no, no aqui.”³
“Shhh” he cooed and pushed her against a wall, spreading her legs as he lifted her up. “It’s okay. Trust me.” his hand moved furiously between them and Maya began to shake, her mouth fell open in a round O.
Elle was reminded of the testing labs and what they did to her in there. It was never like this. She shuddered and reached out her hand towards them. It started to crackle lightly and she fisted her hand, pulling her powers back as Sylar put his head next to Maya’s. He cut his eyes at Elle; they were filled with lust and rimmed with a tinge of annoyance. Elle swallowed hard and leaned against the same wall that pinched Maya between Sylar.
Sylar used his free hand to move Maya closer to him. Maya’s hand groped at him feeling what she could not see. He bent his knees a little to better support them as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He kissed her mouth again, making a trail over her jaw and down her neck. He pulled his hand away from her, instead, slowly grinding his hips against her.
Elle slid her body along the wall trying to get a better look. The air became thick with the sent of sex and ozone. Elle opened her mouth to taste the air, her breath becoming audible.
“What was that?” Maya moved her hand to the cloth covering her eyes. Elle bit her lip and took a step back away from them, into the shadows. She felt her eyes grow when Sylar laid his hand on Maya’s, pulling it down between them.
“Nothing, Maya, I need you to help me. Help me, Maya.” he pulled the tie at his waist, pushing her hand past the elastic band.
“I love it when you beg.” Her voice, thick with her Dominican accent and want, slapped against the cold walls. He hissed when she touched him. Her face turned into a smile and when he kissed her she laughed into his mouth.
Elle watched Maya’s arm jerk at the elbow and Sylar move against the motion. He made little sounds, pulling his mouth away from hers and burying his face in Maya’s neck. His hand traced her dark hair over the sharp contrast of the white tile behind them. The strands tangle around his fingers and he fisted them as she brought him closer to the edge.
Elle unconsciously twirled her blond tresses about her digits, gnawing at her lip again. She ventured closer, one step after another.
“It’s time, now.” She pulled at his hair; his hands were on her hips. Elle heard the sound of cloth tearing. She knew it was happening and couldn’t look away. This was really happening and she was the only witness.
Sylar parted the shirt that covered Maya’s skin. He leaned over; head bowed and pushed his way into her. Maya groaned. Elle felt her own body contract and brushed her hands down her thighs.
Maya used the power in her legs to push herself on him. Sylar grabbed her ass, steering her over the head of his cock. When he found a position he liked he began a jackhammer motion that shook Maya. Her muscles tensed and relaxed visibly. Their skin shined with perspiration. Sylar’s fingers dug into Maya’s thigh, she hissed as his motions spend up.
“Is this what you wanted to see?” Maya voice jerked as Sylar moved against her, she pulled him closer, holding him tightly against her.
Elle’s head swam as thoughts rushed against her skull. Her knees wobbled. She didn’t dare speak, but moved closer to them so that she could feel the heat coming off of their bodies. She looked through their limbs, down to where the fit together.
His sex impaled her, the motion and the size of him scrapping inside of her. Elle could feel it too. Her legs collapsed, and she felt the floor beneath her. She felt her clit throb achingly; she rubbed her hand between her legs cross and uncrossing them. She closed her eyes and listen.
She breathed out and drew a deep breath in through her nose. The smell of them was thick in the air. The sound of them made her head light and she slid her head to the floor getting a different viewpoint of them.
She looked up at them then, at the angle of their union. Her hand working over her clothes, over the pulse, against the rocking of her own hips and she couldn’t tear her eyes away. She had to have more.
“Make her come, Sylar. Stop teasing her.” it came out against gritted teeth.
Sylar snatched a looked down at Elle on the floor. His motions slowed from the distraction of her voice. He wanted to be angry, to send her away for interfering, but when he saw her face, his eyes softened. Maya panted against him, clinging to him like he was the last thing on earth. Sylar knew Maya was close, he knew she didn’t care, she just wanted release.
Maya pinched him with her legs, pulling herself up his body. She used tongue and teeth to make a path along his flesh, nipping along his jaw, flicking her tongue under his ear. She used her arms to pull herself up and swirled her hips, pressing down on him in tight short thrust.
“Don’t stop now. You wanted to give her a show?” Maya arched off the wall, flipping her hair to one side and pushed her breasts into his chest. “Fuck me.”
Sylar looked down at Elle looking up at them, and then back at Maya as her bucking pushed him further inside her. “Do it Sylar!” he heard Elle say.
Maya ran her hand over his hair, yanking it sharply. Her eyes bore into his. “Fóllame, Sylar!”4
It had been the first time Elle ever heard Maya refer to him by his murderers name. And by Sylar’s reaction it looked like it was the first time she’ used it on him. His face flickered, than a cool mask clicked into place with such speed Elle thought she heard a tick.
He pulled away from her, dragging her to a tiny table and pushing her roughly against the wall behind it. He smoothed a hand over her face and pulled the blindfold away from her eyes.
“Never call me that.” He said before reentering her, slowly deliberately. Her eyes rolled back into her head. He moved his hand to her shoulder squeezing it until she looked at him again. He looked at her as he pushed in again. They both groaned and he wouldn’t let her look away.
“Understand?”
“Si Gabriel” she clenched herself as he perforated inside her.
Elle got up from the floor, stood on shaky legs and moved to the other side of the table. Sylar reached on hand behind Maya and pulled her hair. Her body arched towards his and he brushed his teeth along her neck, nipping occasionally. He laid her beneath him and pushed harder into her. Maya grunted, squeezing her eyes shut, bushing her hands over his narrow hips. He wrapped his hand in her hair, yanking it with every jerk of their bodies.
Shallow for her, deep for him.
“My god” Elle said as she watched him enter her. Maya’s face pinched in determination, she bit into her lip as Sylar slapped into her deep and measured. He slowed then sped up, holding off her orgasm. Maya clenched and he followed through with fast shallow thrust. She tilled her hips up on shaky limbs and when his dick found that soft cluster, striking home, she came, shaking violently in his arms.
And he followed soon after spilling into her. He collapsed tiredly upon her, resting his face in her hair, breathing hard in her ear.
Elle, suddenly feeling like an intruder, uncurled her fingers from the edge of the table, standing up straight. Her breath was heavy and she brushed her hands down her clothes, smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles.
“Well, that was … Enlightening.” She smiled, tilting her head as a barb of lightening rolled down her arm then crackled over her knuckles. “Can’t wait for the next lesson.” There was a burn in her cheeks and an ache in her belly, and she played with the idea of visiting her ‘English Patient’ before leaving. She licked her lips and walked briskly out the door.
Translations: thanks to
adharaphoenix
Trust me¹
Keep them closed, no matter what ²
No, not here³
Fuck me 4