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[specialmonster]

The next morning Sylar had gotten up and called Mohinder, delighting himself as he told the Indian man about how they had massacred Matt and Janice. (Scandanlizing Mohinder was still one of his favorite pasttimes). Mohind agreed to come get Matty as soon as Sylar gave him this ultimatum: "Either come pick him up, or Elle and I am going to raise him

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[electrocutesy]

Elle, on the other hand, besides paling in horror at the idea of raising anything as her own (except for a puppy, she'd always wanted one), had spent the entirety of their stay generally avoiding taking care of the child. The involved frequent bathroom trips, watching television, and making a night of dragging Matt and Janice's stiff bodies into some spare room when Matty screamed and hollered for two hours and then finally threw up all over himself. (Obviously, she had taken many breaks.)

It was kind of saintly, and even a bit cute, that Sylar had taken on the responsibility of taking care of the thing, because Elle had yet to come close enough to touch it, and that's just how she liked it.

Instead of walking into the kitchen for breakfast, Elle had decided to sleep in, which meant pretending to be asleep when Sylar got up to call Mohinder (she heard him in the hall) and feed Matty. Now she was lounging under the covers wearing well, nothing, and mindlessly checking the Internet history in Janice's laptop, because she was bored.

She wondered how long it was take Mohinder to get here from wherever he was. Avoiding a baby was exhausting.

[specialmonster]

Sylar finished feeding the baby and rocked him in his arms, burping him until eventually the baby nodded off into a nap. He carefully placed Matty into the crib before making his way back to the bedroom.

He thought it was almost cute the way Elle tried to avoid the child at all costs. She wasn't scared of much, but she was apparently scared of a baby. It was rather endearing, really.

He sat down next to her on the bed, pressing a soft kiss against Elle's neck. He glanced over at the laptop, looking at what she was doing. "So, what kind of porn did Mrs. Parkman like to check out?"

[electrocutesy]

"Gang bangs," Elle said with a bored sigh, making her way through the list. With a click, she queued up a random video, filling the room with fake moaning. "MILFs." She scoffed, and jealously muttered, "Probably thought she was one." She leaned back under his arm, watching the scene. "Apparently Parkman's more useless than a eunuch, because there's plenty of hits."

[specialmonster]

"Well, she did sleep around on him in the past, so clearly he was pretty useless in the bedroom," He murmured, careful not to mention his own tryst with Janice this time. The last thing he wanted to do right now was fight with Elle.

[electrocutesy]

Not that Elle wasn't thinking of it. It was like a big purple elephant in the corner she wasn't looking at. She frowned at the monitor for a moment. It was sort of annoying how killing Janice hadn't made the uncomfortable twisting in her gut go away. But Elle faked it anyway, turning to Sylar was an instant smile. "What kind of porn do you watch?"

[specialmonster]

"It's been a long time since I've looked at porn, but I used to be really into stuff like Bettie Paige when I was younger," He took the laptop from her, typing in the address of a website that specialized in bondage video, particularly submissive women. "I'm also rather fond of stuff like this."

[electrocutesy]

Elle raised one brow at the home page, clicked enter, and scrolled down, browsing through the list of featured videos. All bondage, gags, and sexual torture. "I never would have guessed," she said with a wry smile, shifting a little closer against him.

[specialmonster]

"So what kind of stuff do you like looking at?" He asked curiously, brushing his lips against her ear. It was kind of sexy, talking to her about this sort of stuff.

[electrocutesy]

She giggled softly at the tickle of his breath and leaned forward to touch the screen. "Maybe a little of this..." she admitted (or a lot), and then clicked in the address bar to type out an address he'd probably really like. "And this," she said, as the page loaded up. Most guys like lesbian porn, right? She turned her head towards him with a smirk. "And you know, just regular porn, too. I go to the sites with short clips for some variety." Elle wasn't really the type of girl to limit herself.

[specialmonster]

"I approve of your taste," He murmured softly, pressing a kiss against her lips. He leaned forward, typing in another address. This one was www.stockroom.com. "I always thought it might be fun to have someone I could buy and try some of the things they sell on this site with."

[electrocutesy]

Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, and Elle couldn't help but immediately click on "Enter the Male Site" just to freak him out a little bit. "Oh, dildo plugs."

[specialmonster]

"We're not getting those," He replied with a roll of his eyes. That was not the part of the site he was interested in, at all.

[electrocutesy]

She pouted dramatically and fluttered her lashes up at him, but clicked the back button anyway. Maybe later she'd look around there. He could like some stuff... she hoped. Didn't control freaks secretly want to be controlled? Or maybe that was just her.

She entered the main site, eyes skimming the navigation, lighting up at certain categories like a child on Christmas. "Electro sex, huh?" she grinned, but clicked "Whips and Paddles" instead. She'd never been spanked before.

[specialmonster]

He probably would like it if she found a way to ease him into it, but for now, the idea had little appeal to him.

He grinned as she entered the section for Whips and Paddles. He covered his hand over hers, clicking the part for "Paddles". He liked the idea of spanking her. Especially with something metal, which would probably just effect her more with how her power seemed to work.

[electrocutesy]

Elle was completely supportive of his choice, even though her eyes roamed over the other categories with intense interest, too. Maybe they could get one of all the kinds. She giggled, looking at the choices, and the angled her nose and lips into his neck, nuzzling his scruff gently. "I want the heart imprint," she whispered playfully.

[specialmonster]

He would certainly approve of getting one of every kind. They could try them all out, see which ones they liked the best. He was getting hard just thinking about it. He smiled, tightening his arms around her. "Then we'll get it for you."