Title: Heroes: Access Denied
Title: Access Denied
Characters: Sylar/Elle
Rating: R
Summary: When Elle wanted her way, she knew one the quickest ways what to deny Sylar.
Author’s note: Written for the “Touch” prompt at
100heroesfics I went for something more lighthearted and playful this time. Very AU.
When Elle wanted her way, she knew one the quickest ways what to deny Sylar. This time, she wanted him to take her out on one of his kills. She wanted to help. She said it sounded fun. He didn’t want to do it. He said it was a bad idea to bring home to work. It never ended well. You don’t mix business and pleasure.
Elle had laughed, grabbing his crotch as she leaned up into whisper into his ear. “Maybe you don’t, but I’ve always enjoyed doing so.” And then she had laughed, and took the keys to their car of the week (they never kept one longer than that, too easy to get caught.) and said she was going to go shopping.
Sylar had a bad feeling about the whole thing, but nodded, hoping it would take her mind off the idea of killing with him.
But he was wrong. She came home in a skin tight pair of black pants, and a piece of blue material that he was pretty sure barely counted as a shirt. But when he tried to pull her into a kiss, she merely grinned, placing a hand on his lips and shocking him. “Sorry lover boy, but this is a no fly zone until you change your mind.”
He rolled his eyes a little and made his way out of the motel room. If he wasn’t going to get some tonight, he might as well find a power to take. At least he would get some kind of release tonight. Besides, he doubted this would last more than a day or two. Elle loved sex. She initiated it more often than he did. Did she really think she could last? He didn’t believe she had the self control to pull something like this out.
How wrong he was. It was over a week, and he was feeling crazy. He hadn’t jacked off so many times since he was about thirteen. But every day, Elle went around wearing skimpier and skimpier outfits. Today’s choice was a pair of jean short shorts, and a see through button up blouse, tied in a knot. To make matters worse, she wasn’t wearing panties or a bra, so he could see practically everything. His imagination was running wild. It wasn’t fair? How would she like it if he ran around in tightie whities every time he wanted something? Maybe he would have to try it out in the future. Turnabout was fair play, after all.
He filed that thought away as he approached her, backing her into a corner. He tried to put on his best “I’m a crazed killer” look on, but Elle just grinned in response, looking like the cat that had swallowed the damn canary. “Elle, how long are you going to keep this up?” He growled. Sexual frustration was not something Sylar was used to, or something he liked.
Elle’s eyes twinkled with mirth as she leaned in, letting her breath tickle his skin. “When are you are you going to stop being an asshole? I just want to come on one kill with you. It’s not like I’m asking to have a bite of their brains or anything.”
“I don’t eat them. God, why does everyone think that? I’m really tired of being made out to be a cannibal. That’s disgusting. I mean, especially as they would be raw. And lord knows what toxins lay in humans. It would be completely unsanitary.” His stomach turned a little even thinking about it. So gross.
Elle laughed. “And that’s what would be wrong with eating them? It being germy? God you have weird logic. Luckily for you, that’s part of your charm.” She leaned forward, grinding her hips against his in a suggestive manner. “C’mon. Just once. Let me help you. It could be fun. “
He sighed a little in defeat. She wasn’t going to let up on this, was she? “Fine. Once. But I get some backdoor access for this, okay?” Elle wasn’t fond of anal, but if she was going to manipulate him, he was at least going to get the most he could out of it. Which meant sexual grounds they didn’t normally cover.
“Sure. You can even kidnap Mohinder, and we could have that threesome you’ve always wanted. The world is your oyster. Or I guess just I am.”
Sylar paled a little. “Wait, how did you know about the thing with Mohi-“
Elle smirked, leaning in to press a kiss against his lips. “Dear, you talk in your sleep.”
Shit. “How about we go for the kill tomorrow, and then after that, we’ll look into kidnapping the good professor?” His hands were already roaming her body, sliding under her shirt. He never wanted to go this long without access again. Not if he could help it.
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
Sylar didn’t bother saying anything else, but instead just picked her up and began to carry her into the bedroom. He had lost time to make up for.
Characters: Sylar/Elle
Rating: R
Summary: When Elle wanted her way, she knew one the quickest ways what to deny Sylar.
Author’s note: Written for the “Touch” prompt at
100heroesfics I went for something more lighthearted and playful this time. Very AU.
When Elle wanted her way, she knew one the quickest ways what to deny Sylar. This time, she wanted him to take her out on one of his kills. She wanted to help. She said it sounded fun. He didn’t want to do it. He said it was a bad idea to bring home to work. It never ended well. You don’t mix business and pleasure.
Elle had laughed, grabbing his crotch as she leaned up into whisper into his ear. “Maybe you don’t, but I’ve always enjoyed doing so.” And then she had laughed, and took the keys to their car of the week (they never kept one longer than that, too easy to get caught.) and said she was going to go shopping.
Sylar had a bad feeling about the whole thing, but nodded, hoping it would take her mind off the idea of killing with him.
But he was wrong. She came home in a skin tight pair of black pants, and a piece of blue material that he was pretty sure barely counted as a shirt. But when he tried to pull her into a kiss, she merely grinned, placing a hand on his lips and shocking him. “Sorry lover boy, but this is a no fly zone until you change your mind.”
He rolled his eyes a little and made his way out of the motel room. If he wasn’t going to get some tonight, he might as well find a power to take. At least he would get some kind of release tonight. Besides, he doubted this would last more than a day or two. Elle loved sex. She initiated it more often than he did. Did she really think she could last? He didn’t believe she had the self control to pull something like this out.
How wrong he was. It was over a week, and he was feeling crazy. He hadn’t jacked off so many times since he was about thirteen. But every day, Elle went around wearing skimpier and skimpier outfits. Today’s choice was a pair of jean short shorts, and a see through button up blouse, tied in a knot. To make matters worse, she wasn’t wearing panties or a bra, so he could see practically everything. His imagination was running wild. It wasn’t fair? How would she like it if he ran around in tightie whities every time he wanted something? Maybe he would have to try it out in the future. Turnabout was fair play, after all.
He filed that thought away as he approached her, backing her into a corner. He tried to put on his best “I’m a crazed killer” look on, but Elle just grinned in response, looking like the cat that had swallowed the damn canary. “Elle, how long are you going to keep this up?” He growled. Sexual frustration was not something Sylar was used to, or something he liked.
Elle’s eyes twinkled with mirth as she leaned in, letting her breath tickle his skin. “When are you are you going to stop being an asshole? I just want to come on one kill with you. It’s not like I’m asking to have a bite of their brains or anything.”
“I don’t eat them. God, why does everyone think that? I’m really tired of being made out to be a cannibal. That’s disgusting. I mean, especially as they would be raw. And lord knows what toxins lay in humans. It would be completely unsanitary.” His stomach turned a little even thinking about it. So gross.
Elle laughed. “And that’s what would be wrong with eating them? It being germy? God you have weird logic. Luckily for you, that’s part of your charm.” She leaned forward, grinding her hips against his in a suggestive manner. “C’mon. Just once. Let me help you. It could be fun. “
He sighed a little in defeat. She wasn’t going to let up on this, was she? “Fine. Once. But I get some backdoor access for this, okay?” Elle wasn’t fond of anal, but if she was going to manipulate him, he was at least going to get the most he could out of it. Which meant sexual grounds they didn’t normally cover.
“Sure. You can even kidnap Mohinder, and we could have that threesome you’ve always wanted. The world is your oyster. Or I guess just I am.”
Sylar paled a little. “Wait, how did you know about the thing with Mohi-“
Elle smirked, leaning in to press a kiss against his lips. “Dear, you talk in your sleep.”
Shit. “How about we go for the kill tomorrow, and then after that, we’ll look into kidnapping the good professor?” His hands were already roaming her body, sliding under her shirt. He never wanted to go this long without access again. Not if he could help it.
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
Sylar didn’t bother saying anything else, but instead just picked her up and began to carry her into the bedroom. He had lost time to make up for.