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TITLE: Hotel Room Tryst
AUTHOR: dragynflies
RATING: NC 17
PAIRING: HRG/Sylar/Elle
DISCLAIMER: Heroes cast is not mine
SUMMARY: Happy Belated Birthday (seriously belated) superkappa
“How about you two?” she says, teasingly cute as she stands between them, naked save for the lacy panties and stockings held up by the garter belt, “Kiss for me?”
Um, okay. Pretend like Elle never had any repercussions from Sylar’s attack in Level 5...so, she can still control her ability. Sylar and Bennet have been partnered. Sylar thinks Angela is his mother. Look, its porn, canon can suck it. As can characterization, I suppose.
“One room, please,” Bennet says, sliding the credit card across the counter.
“One? Why Bennet, I had no idea you felt that way,” Sylar says, his sarcasm evident, “Two rooms, please,” he tells the woman across the counter. She looks confused, holding Bennet’s card, glancing between the two men.
“One room, two beds,” Bennet says firmly, and the woman nods. She processes his request as Sylar rolls his eyes.
“Don’t trust me yet, partner?” Sylar smirks, shoving his hands in his pockets and leaning against the counter while Bennet signs the credit card slip.
Bennet is silent until the two men are standing in the elevator. “No,” he says finally, “I don’t.”
The two men change from suits into the same sleep attire - white undershirts and boxers. The tension in the air crackles as they both awkwardly climb into bed, Bennet in the one closest to the door, Sylar next to the window.
“Don’t try anything stupid,” Bennet warns, and Sylar scoffs.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Sylar drops his head to the pillow, closing his eyes. He reminds himself why he’s here, thinks about his mother, and how he has a second chance to make his mother proud.
Sylar is surprised as how easily he relaxes in the comfortable bed, stretching out and closing his eyes. He drifts off to sleep minutes later.
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“Are you sure he’s asleep?” the girlish whisper sounds familiar and wakes Sylar. He peeks open one eye but otherwise doesn’t move in the dark hotel room.
“I told you not to come.” Bennet sounds angry even while whispering. The light from the propped open hotel room door illuminates the second person in the room, talking to Bennet. Sylar recognizes her immediately.
Elle.
She giggles softly and presses herself against Bennet, “C’mon, Bennet. I drove just to see you. Why didn’t you get two rooms?”
“Because someone needs to watch him. He’s dangerous.”
Elle pulls away from Bennet. Sylar can’t see her face but her words are telling enough, “Of course he’s dangerous. He killed my father.”
“So…” Bennet blinks, confused.
“Still,” Elle hisses, “I miss you, and tonight was the perfect opportunity to see you. Now we’ve got a slumbering murder in the next bed.”
Sylar bites back the urge to laugh; Elle is just as much of a murderer as he is. She’s the one who did this to him…who made him like this. He wants to hate her, but every time he sees her, it’s the same pang of regret and longing - he wants her, and he can never have her again.
“Guess you’ll have to be quiet then,” Bennet says, clearly giving in to Elle’s adorable little pout. He pulls her toward his empty bed, and she goes with him willingly, already slipping her hands under his t shirt, encouraging him to raise his arms so she can remove his shirt.
She’s clearly eager for him, pressing little kisses to his chest as she crawls up his body, hitching herself around his waist and wrapping her legs around him. Bennet groans and kisses her back, cupping her face with his hands.
“You missed me too,” she says, rubbing herself purposely against him, grinning brightly. Sylar rolls over just a little, just enough to get a better angle. He can see her eyes glittering as she squirms in Bennet’s arms, clearly happy.
“This is such a bad idea, Elle,” Bennet’s protest is only half-hearted as she bites his earlobe, then shimmies down his body until she is standing before him. She strips for him; first her cute little button down shirt, then her professional wide-legged dress pants. She’s wearing a scrap of a lace bra and matching panties and garters with thigh high black stockings.
“You like?” she asks saucily. Sylar can see Bennet swallow hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he stares at her.
“I do,” he agrees, reaching for her, any concerns about Sylar sleeping in the next bed removed as Elle shifts in front of him. She reaches behind her body to remove her bra. Elle holds the cups of the bra up, teasing him.
“Come kiss me,” she demands. When Bennet steps forward, she drops the lacey lingerie and kisses him hard. Sylar can see the sparks jumping between their lips, and when Bennet pulls back, he rubs his lips.
“Not so hard,” he murmurs, and Elle laughs prettily and flings her arms around his neck. Bennet kisses her neck, her breastbone, and is just wrapping his tongue around one tight nipple when Elle glances over at the bed and meets Sylar’s gaze. She winks at him - fucking winks -- and he slams his eyes shut.
“We have an audience,” Elle says to Bennet, who pulls back from her breast like he’s been burned, whirling around to stare at Sylar.
The second tick by, and finally Sylar sighs. He opens his eyes and meets Bennet’s eyes steadily, “Busted.” He sits up, “Elle.”
Elle’s smile is closer to a grimace as she crosses her arms over her exposed breasts, “Sylar. Kill any good daddies lately?”
He raises his eyebrow as he pretends to think, then looks right at her, “Not that I remember. How about you? Ruining anyone’s life?”
His dig barely fazes her; she blinks the guilt away in a second and drops her arms, leaning into Bennet, “No one important,” she retorts, “Now, would you go back to faking sleep, so that I can get on with my evening?”
Sylar stands up, moving towards them, “I’m thinking…no.” He walks across the room to stand next to Elle and Bennet, “If we’re all sharing a room, we might as well share other things.”
“I’m not a thing,” Elle bites out, but her resolve is clearly cracking as Sylar approaches. Sylar touches her hip, and she closes her eyes, resting her forehead against Bennet’s chest.
“I was talking about the bed,” Sylar says, even as his thumb rubs gentle little circles over Elle’s hipbone. She sighs, and Bennet glances at Sylar. Their eyes meet, and they look resigned as Elle reaches out with one hand to cup the back of Bennet’s neck, and twines her the fingers of her other hand in Sylar’s hair.
Sylar leans in to kiss her and Elle can’t resist him; they’re like magnets as their lips meet, tongues fighting against each other. Bennet watches as Elle moans into the kiss. When Elle finally pulls back, she is flushed and panting, her nipples tightened into hard little buds on her heaving chest.
“How about you two?” she says, teasingly cute as she stands between them, naked save for the lacy panties and stockings held up by the garter belt, “Kiss for me?”
Bennet and Sylar glance at each other. Bennet looks like he’d rather forget the whole thing and get Sylar a second room, and Elle accurately reads his expression.
“Or not,” she says, agreeably, “Whatever.”
Bennet breathes a sign of relief just as Elle bends down and scoops up her bra, “I’ll see you later, then.”
“What? Elle…”
Elle slips the straps of her bra on, “I’m not your personal toy, Bennet. I don’t just jump when you ask me to. Not if you won’t jump for me.”
“Elle, wait,” Bennet stops her with a gentle hand to her upper arm. Elle stops dressing and looks at the men in front of her.
She bats her eyes pleadingly, then fixes her gaze on Sylar’s lips. Her eyes trail the empty space between Sylar and Bennet, and Bennet sighs, “Sylar?”
Sylar snorts, reaches out and touches Elle’s cheek, glancing at her before rolling his eyes. She drops her bra and claps giddily, the dichotomy of her state of undress combined with the childish action more arousing than it maybe should have been.
Bennet closes his eyes and presses his lips firmly against Sylar’s. The kiss is dry and hard, and when Bennet pulls back, he looks at Elle expectantly. She crosses her arms under her breasts and raises an eyebrow.
“Seriously?” she asks, “I know you know how to kiss, Noah.” She leans forward and places a feather-light kiss on his lips. He melts into the kiss, opening his mouth and brushing his tongue over hers as she returns the kiss. When she pulls back, she looks at him, “I knew you knew how to kiss.” She steps back and pushes Bennet towards Sylar. “Kiss for me.”
This time, Sylar leans forward first. He brushes his lips over Bennet’s cheek long enough to whisper in his ear, “Come on,” he encourages, “You’re telling me she’s not worth a thirty second kiss?” Sylar straightens up long enough to look at Bennet purposefully, then kisses him.
Even Elle looks a little stunned as Bennet’s fingers come up to curl in Sylar’s short hair. Sylar opens his mouth, and pushes his tongue into Bennet’s mouth, tracing the contours of his mouth with his tongue. Sylar opens his eyes just long enough to glance to the side to see Elle, staring at them. Her hands cup her breasts, her fingers pinching at her nipples while she watches.
Her reaction spurs him on, and Sylar deepens the kiss. When they pull back to breath, Sylar hisses, “She likes it, look.” Bennet’s gazes flickers to Elle, and his lips stretch into a slow smile.
“Let’s make it worth her time, then,” he says, throwing caution to the wind and kissing the other man forcefully. They both hear Elle’s aroused gasp, and this time, when they pull away, she pushes herself between them. She wraps her arms around Bennet’s neck as she pushes her ass against Sylar’s growing erection, purring like a kitten as both men palm her waist.
Sylar slides his hand around to her front, pushing his hand into the waistband of her tiny panties, “You’re wet already, Elle,” he murmurs in her ear. Elle moans her affirmation, bucking her hips into his touch. Sylar closes his eyes briefly, burying his face in Elle’s hair as he fingers her. She smells the same as he remembers, and he has a brief pang of longing for what might have been.
But this is the here and now, and this is the daughter of the man he killed, the girl that betrayed him and the man that helped make it all possible. And he still wants her, he can’t help it.
Elle has stretched her neck up, kissing Bennet as Sylar’s fingers toy with her clit. She is burning up from the inside out as Sylar’s lips trail through her hair, down her neck, to her shoulder.
“I want,” Elle breathes, pulling back from Bennet’s lips, “want you, want you both.”
Sylar shoves two fingers inside of her as she clings to Bennet, panting out her pleasure. Sylar’s cock is hard, pressing against her ass, and she can feel Bennet’s erection against her thigh. This isn’t what she’d come to the hotel room for…this is better than she’d ever dreamed.
Sylar removes his fingers from her to encourage their little group to move towards the bed. Elle’s fingers are trembling with desire as she unsnaps her stockings from the garter belt, then removes the belt and her panties. Naked, she settles herself back on the bed and glances at Sylar and Bennet.
“You’re overdressed,” she says to them, then giggles, “I’ve always wanted to say that.”
Bennet slips off his boxers and sinks to his knees at the foot of the bed. Elle scoots to the edge eagerly, settling her legs over his shoulders and pressing her pussy to his mouth. She is hot and dripping wet and Bennet buries his face between her legs, his nose bumping against her clit as he fucks her with his tongue. He goes as long as he can without breathing, then pulls back just long enough to suck air into his lungs before returning to his goal. Elle shakes with pleasure, barely cognizant as Sylar strips and settles behind her.
When she feels his strong chest against her back, she allows herself to lie back against him. He’s shoved a few pillows behind his back, leaving his arms open to cup her breasts; pinch her nipples between his fingers. He traces a rapidly shrinking circle around her nipples until they’re impossibly hard, then he licks his fingers and brushes the damp pads over her breasts, teasing.
Elle hitches her hips up when she comes, her fingers in Bennet’s hair, holding him against her pussy. He licks her to a second orgasm, her body still trembling from the first as she comes again. Sylar sinks his nails into her nipples as he pinches, and Elle arches, pleased.
“Fuck me,” she rasps out, and Bennet wastes no time standing up. He wipes his face on the corner of the comforter as Sylar scoots back with Elle still in his arms to give him more room at the foot of the bed.
“Gabriel,” she groans, grinding her ass back against his rock hard cock, “Kiss me.”
He does, leaning down and kissing her despite the awkward angle. Bennet ignores the kiss, thrusts inside of Elle with one firm push. Sylar swallows Elle’s gasp as Bennet fucks her. Her hands come up to clutch at his shoulders, her body twisted as she clings to Bennet and kisses Sylar.
“Wait, wait, wait,” she manages to pant out, and both men pull back, looking at her quizzically. “Here,” she says, pushing Bennet away from her so that she can turn over. On her hands and knees between Sylar’s spread legs, she glances back at Bennet. “Better,” she says, wiggling her ass at Bennet while she drops her head between Sylar’s legs. She licks him like a popsicle, long and slow, until she hears him murmur pleadingly.
She sucks him in time with Bennet’s thrusts, swallowing Sylar with a practiced ease that Sylar doesn’t want to think too much about. She glances up at him without stopping, and her smile is evident through the spark in her eyes. When Sylar’s fingers tangle in her hair, clutching at her without pushing her down, she reaches for him. Elle presses her finger against his balls firmly, letting a single bright spark pulse from her finger to the sensitive skin and Sylar comes with a surprised shout.
Elle swallows his come, licking him clean as she releases him from her mouth. She rests her head on his thigh, his finger still playing with her hair, as Bennet thrusts harder, his fingers bruising her hips.
She comes seconds before he does, the light pressure of his fingers sliding down to her clit enough to set her off.
“Nyuhhh,” Elle groans out a weak attempt at Bennet’s name, then slumps against Sylar.
Her eyelids flutter as Bennet comes inside of her. He pulls away from her and she whimpers at the loss.
“You want more?” Bennet asks her. He knows she looks exhausted, but that doesn’t mean anything. Not when they never see each other anymore, not when he knows how to play Elle like a symphony. Not when he knows Elle’s just gotten what’s she’s always wanted…time with Sylar Gabriel, like he knows she’s always wanted.
Sure enough, Elle is climbing into Sylar lap, rubbing her damn pussy against his hardening cock. She’s kissing him like he’s the last man in the world, and maybe he is…for all of her hateful comments and everything they’ve done to each other, they fix each other like puzzle pieces.
She grasps his cock in one hand, guiding him inside of her as she moves, up and down. Sylar’s eyes meet Bennet’s over her shoulder, and Bennet comes to sit next to Sylar on the bed. Elle looks at Bennet without breaking the rhythm she’s established, smiles happily at him.
Bennet leans in to kiss Sylar without any encouragement. Elle’s breath catches as their lips connect and she pushes herself down harder on Sylar, burying his cock deeper inside of her. Their kiss grows more passionate, and Elle can see Sylar’s tongue sliding into Bennet’s mouth. Her orgasm surprises her, jolts her into stunned awareness as Bennet moves away from Sylar.
“Can I fuck you?” he hisses in Elle’s ear, sliding his hand down her back until he presses his pointer finger against the tight rosebud between her ass cheeks.
Elle sucks in a deep breath. Bennet presses a little harder, and she whimpers out her assent. The three shift on the bed to accommodate Bennet’s addition - Sylar scoots back a little and Elle arches her back, opening herself for him without moving away from Sylar.
Bennet sucks his fingers into his mouth, wetting them before pressing against her. Elle leans forward, pressing her lips against Sylar’s as Bennet works one, then two, fingers into her. Sylar thrusts his hips up a few times, feeling Bennet’s fingers through Elle’s walls, and groans. The three of them together feel amazing, and now he’s not sure he’ll last long enough for Bennet to get inside of her.
He can feel Bennet scissoring his fingers, stretching Elle out. She is moaning into Sylar’s mouth, eagerly squirming in his lap, thrilled at the attention she is getting. When Bennet pulls his fingers from her, they both sigh at the loss.
Elle buries her face in Sylar’s neck as Bennet slowly pushes his cock into her. Sylar strokes her hair, soothing her as Bennet begins to move. He reaches under her, teasing her clit until she is worked up again, panting and rocking.
“So good,” she murmurs into the tanned skin on Sylar’s chest, going pliant in his arms as he and Bennet thrust into her, alternating strokes. Elle comes once, hard, slumping sleepily against Sylar as both men move faster, chasing their orgasm.
Sylar comes before Bennet, groaning out Elle’s name. It doesn’t take much more for Bennet to orgasm, and he lets his body settle to the side. Elle nuzzles her head against Sylar, smiling sleepily at Bennet.
“Well,” she finally says, “this was better than I expected. How much longer do you two expect to be paired up for?”
Noah scoffs just as Sylar snorts, “Hopefully not much longer,” they both mutter, nearly in unison.
“Oh,” Elle says, looking at both of them, “That’s so disappointing. How am I going to visit you both if you’re working apart?”
Noah meets Sylar’s gaze over Elle’s head.
Maybe they can get along a little bit longer.
AUTHOR: dragynflies
RATING: NC 17
PAIRING: HRG/Sylar/Elle
DISCLAIMER: Heroes cast is not mine
SUMMARY: Happy Belated Birthday (seriously belated) superkappa
“How about you two?” she says, teasingly cute as she stands between them, naked save for the lacy panties and stockings held up by the garter belt, “Kiss for me?”
Um, okay. Pretend like Elle never had any repercussions from Sylar’s attack in Level 5...so, she can still control her ability. Sylar and Bennet have been partnered. Sylar thinks Angela is his mother. Look, its porn, canon can suck it. As can characterization, I suppose.
“One room, please,” Bennet says, sliding the credit card across the counter.
“One? Why Bennet, I had no idea you felt that way,” Sylar says, his sarcasm evident, “Two rooms, please,” he tells the woman across the counter. She looks confused, holding Bennet’s card, glancing between the two men.
“One room, two beds,” Bennet says firmly, and the woman nods. She processes his request as Sylar rolls his eyes.
“Don’t trust me yet, partner?” Sylar smirks, shoving his hands in his pockets and leaning against the counter while Bennet signs the credit card slip.
Bennet is silent until the two men are standing in the elevator. “No,” he says finally, “I don’t.”
The two men change from suits into the same sleep attire - white undershirts and boxers. The tension in the air crackles as they both awkwardly climb into bed, Bennet in the one closest to the door, Sylar next to the window.
“Don’t try anything stupid,” Bennet warns, and Sylar scoffs.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Sylar drops his head to the pillow, closing his eyes. He reminds himself why he’s here, thinks about his mother, and how he has a second chance to make his mother proud.
Sylar is surprised as how easily he relaxes in the comfortable bed, stretching out and closing his eyes. He drifts off to sleep minutes later.
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“Are you sure he’s asleep?” the girlish whisper sounds familiar and wakes Sylar. He peeks open one eye but otherwise doesn’t move in the dark hotel room.
“I told you not to come.” Bennet sounds angry even while whispering. The light from the propped open hotel room door illuminates the second person in the room, talking to Bennet. Sylar recognizes her immediately.
Elle.
She giggles softly and presses herself against Bennet, “C’mon, Bennet. I drove just to see you. Why didn’t you get two rooms?”
“Because someone needs to watch him. He’s dangerous.”
Elle pulls away from Bennet. Sylar can’t see her face but her words are telling enough, “Of course he’s dangerous. He killed my father.”
“So…” Bennet blinks, confused.
“Still,” Elle hisses, “I miss you, and tonight was the perfect opportunity to see you. Now we’ve got a slumbering murder in the next bed.”
Sylar bites back the urge to laugh; Elle is just as much of a murderer as he is. She’s the one who did this to him…who made him like this. He wants to hate her, but every time he sees her, it’s the same pang of regret and longing - he wants her, and he can never have her again.
“Guess you’ll have to be quiet then,” Bennet says, clearly giving in to Elle’s adorable little pout. He pulls her toward his empty bed, and she goes with him willingly, already slipping her hands under his t shirt, encouraging him to raise his arms so she can remove his shirt.
She’s clearly eager for him, pressing little kisses to his chest as she crawls up his body, hitching herself around his waist and wrapping her legs around him. Bennet groans and kisses her back, cupping her face with his hands.
“You missed me too,” she says, rubbing herself purposely against him, grinning brightly. Sylar rolls over just a little, just enough to get a better angle. He can see her eyes glittering as she squirms in Bennet’s arms, clearly happy.
“This is such a bad idea, Elle,” Bennet’s protest is only half-hearted as she bites his earlobe, then shimmies down his body until she is standing before him. She strips for him; first her cute little button down shirt, then her professional wide-legged dress pants. She’s wearing a scrap of a lace bra and matching panties and garters with thigh high black stockings.
“You like?” she asks saucily. Sylar can see Bennet swallow hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he stares at her.
“I do,” he agrees, reaching for her, any concerns about Sylar sleeping in the next bed removed as Elle shifts in front of him. She reaches behind her body to remove her bra. Elle holds the cups of the bra up, teasing him.
“Come kiss me,” she demands. When Bennet steps forward, she drops the lacey lingerie and kisses him hard. Sylar can see the sparks jumping between their lips, and when Bennet pulls back, he rubs his lips.
“Not so hard,” he murmurs, and Elle laughs prettily and flings her arms around his neck. Bennet kisses her neck, her breastbone, and is just wrapping his tongue around one tight nipple when Elle glances over at the bed and meets Sylar’s gaze. She winks at him - fucking winks -- and he slams his eyes shut.
“We have an audience,” Elle says to Bennet, who pulls back from her breast like he’s been burned, whirling around to stare at Sylar.
The second tick by, and finally Sylar sighs. He opens his eyes and meets Bennet’s eyes steadily, “Busted.” He sits up, “Elle.”
Elle’s smile is closer to a grimace as she crosses her arms over her exposed breasts, “Sylar. Kill any good daddies lately?”
He raises his eyebrow as he pretends to think, then looks right at her, “Not that I remember. How about you? Ruining anyone’s life?”
His dig barely fazes her; she blinks the guilt away in a second and drops her arms, leaning into Bennet, “No one important,” she retorts, “Now, would you go back to faking sleep, so that I can get on with my evening?”
Sylar stands up, moving towards them, “I’m thinking…no.” He walks across the room to stand next to Elle and Bennet, “If we’re all sharing a room, we might as well share other things.”
“I’m not a thing,” Elle bites out, but her resolve is clearly cracking as Sylar approaches. Sylar touches her hip, and she closes her eyes, resting her forehead against Bennet’s chest.
“I was talking about the bed,” Sylar says, even as his thumb rubs gentle little circles over Elle’s hipbone. She sighs, and Bennet glances at Sylar. Their eyes meet, and they look resigned as Elle reaches out with one hand to cup the back of Bennet’s neck, and twines her the fingers of her other hand in Sylar’s hair.
Sylar leans in to kiss her and Elle can’t resist him; they’re like magnets as their lips meet, tongues fighting against each other. Bennet watches as Elle moans into the kiss. When Elle finally pulls back, she is flushed and panting, her nipples tightened into hard little buds on her heaving chest.
“How about you two?” she says, teasingly cute as she stands between them, naked save for the lacy panties and stockings held up by the garter belt, “Kiss for me?”
Bennet and Sylar glance at each other. Bennet looks like he’d rather forget the whole thing and get Sylar a second room, and Elle accurately reads his expression.
“Or not,” she says, agreeably, “Whatever.”
Bennet breathes a sign of relief just as Elle bends down and scoops up her bra, “I’ll see you later, then.”
“What? Elle…”
Elle slips the straps of her bra on, “I’m not your personal toy, Bennet. I don’t just jump when you ask me to. Not if you won’t jump for me.”
“Elle, wait,” Bennet stops her with a gentle hand to her upper arm. Elle stops dressing and looks at the men in front of her.
She bats her eyes pleadingly, then fixes her gaze on Sylar’s lips. Her eyes trail the empty space between Sylar and Bennet, and Bennet sighs, “Sylar?”
Sylar snorts, reaches out and touches Elle’s cheek, glancing at her before rolling his eyes. She drops her bra and claps giddily, the dichotomy of her state of undress combined with the childish action more arousing than it maybe should have been.
Bennet closes his eyes and presses his lips firmly against Sylar’s. The kiss is dry and hard, and when Bennet pulls back, he looks at Elle expectantly. She crosses her arms under her breasts and raises an eyebrow.
“Seriously?” she asks, “I know you know how to kiss, Noah.” She leans forward and places a feather-light kiss on his lips. He melts into the kiss, opening his mouth and brushing his tongue over hers as she returns the kiss. When she pulls back, she looks at him, “I knew you knew how to kiss.” She steps back and pushes Bennet towards Sylar. “Kiss for me.”
This time, Sylar leans forward first. He brushes his lips over Bennet’s cheek long enough to whisper in his ear, “Come on,” he encourages, “You’re telling me she’s not worth a thirty second kiss?” Sylar straightens up long enough to look at Bennet purposefully, then kisses him.
Even Elle looks a little stunned as Bennet’s fingers come up to curl in Sylar’s short hair. Sylar opens his mouth, and pushes his tongue into Bennet’s mouth, tracing the contours of his mouth with his tongue. Sylar opens his eyes just long enough to glance to the side to see Elle, staring at them. Her hands cup her breasts, her fingers pinching at her nipples while she watches.
Her reaction spurs him on, and Sylar deepens the kiss. When they pull back to breath, Sylar hisses, “She likes it, look.” Bennet’s gazes flickers to Elle, and his lips stretch into a slow smile.
“Let’s make it worth her time, then,” he says, throwing caution to the wind and kissing the other man forcefully. They both hear Elle’s aroused gasp, and this time, when they pull away, she pushes herself between them. She wraps her arms around Bennet’s neck as she pushes her ass against Sylar’s growing erection, purring like a kitten as both men palm her waist.
Sylar slides his hand around to her front, pushing his hand into the waistband of her tiny panties, “You’re wet already, Elle,” he murmurs in her ear. Elle moans her affirmation, bucking her hips into his touch. Sylar closes his eyes briefly, burying his face in Elle’s hair as he fingers her. She smells the same as he remembers, and he has a brief pang of longing for what might have been.
But this is the here and now, and this is the daughter of the man he killed, the girl that betrayed him and the man that helped make it all possible. And he still wants her, he can’t help it.
Elle has stretched her neck up, kissing Bennet as Sylar’s fingers toy with her clit. She is burning up from the inside out as Sylar’s lips trail through her hair, down her neck, to her shoulder.
“I want,” Elle breathes, pulling back from Bennet’s lips, “want you, want you both.”
Sylar shoves two fingers inside of her as she clings to Bennet, panting out her pleasure. Sylar’s cock is hard, pressing against her ass, and she can feel Bennet’s erection against her thigh. This isn’t what she’d come to the hotel room for…this is better than she’d ever dreamed.
Sylar removes his fingers from her to encourage their little group to move towards the bed. Elle’s fingers are trembling with desire as she unsnaps her stockings from the garter belt, then removes the belt and her panties. Naked, she settles herself back on the bed and glances at Sylar and Bennet.
“You’re overdressed,” she says to them, then giggles, “I’ve always wanted to say that.”
Bennet slips off his boxers and sinks to his knees at the foot of the bed. Elle scoots to the edge eagerly, settling her legs over his shoulders and pressing her pussy to his mouth. She is hot and dripping wet and Bennet buries his face between her legs, his nose bumping against her clit as he fucks her with his tongue. He goes as long as he can without breathing, then pulls back just long enough to suck air into his lungs before returning to his goal. Elle shakes with pleasure, barely cognizant as Sylar strips and settles behind her.
When she feels his strong chest against her back, she allows herself to lie back against him. He’s shoved a few pillows behind his back, leaving his arms open to cup her breasts; pinch her nipples between his fingers. He traces a rapidly shrinking circle around her nipples until they’re impossibly hard, then he licks his fingers and brushes the damp pads over her breasts, teasing.
Elle hitches her hips up when she comes, her fingers in Bennet’s hair, holding him against her pussy. He licks her to a second orgasm, her body still trembling from the first as she comes again. Sylar sinks his nails into her nipples as he pinches, and Elle arches, pleased.
“Fuck me,” she rasps out, and Bennet wastes no time standing up. He wipes his face on the corner of the comforter as Sylar scoots back with Elle still in his arms to give him more room at the foot of the bed.
“Gabriel,” she groans, grinding her ass back against his rock hard cock, “Kiss me.”
He does, leaning down and kissing her despite the awkward angle. Bennet ignores the kiss, thrusts inside of Elle with one firm push. Sylar swallows Elle’s gasp as Bennet fucks her. Her hands come up to clutch at his shoulders, her body twisted as she clings to Bennet and kisses Sylar.
“Wait, wait, wait,” she manages to pant out, and both men pull back, looking at her quizzically. “Here,” she says, pushing Bennet away from her so that she can turn over. On her hands and knees between Sylar’s spread legs, she glances back at Bennet. “Better,” she says, wiggling her ass at Bennet while she drops her head between Sylar’s legs. She licks him like a popsicle, long and slow, until she hears him murmur pleadingly.
She sucks him in time with Bennet’s thrusts, swallowing Sylar with a practiced ease that Sylar doesn’t want to think too much about. She glances up at him without stopping, and her smile is evident through the spark in her eyes. When Sylar’s fingers tangle in her hair, clutching at her without pushing her down, she reaches for him. Elle presses her finger against his balls firmly, letting a single bright spark pulse from her finger to the sensitive skin and Sylar comes with a surprised shout.
Elle swallows his come, licking him clean as she releases him from her mouth. She rests her head on his thigh, his finger still playing with her hair, as Bennet thrusts harder, his fingers bruising her hips.
She comes seconds before he does, the light pressure of his fingers sliding down to her clit enough to set her off.
“Nyuhhh,” Elle groans out a weak attempt at Bennet’s name, then slumps against Sylar.
Her eyelids flutter as Bennet comes inside of her. He pulls away from her and she whimpers at the loss.
“You want more?” Bennet asks her. He knows she looks exhausted, but that doesn’t mean anything. Not when they never see each other anymore, not when he knows how to play Elle like a symphony. Not when he knows Elle’s just gotten what’s she’s always wanted…time with Sylar Gabriel, like he knows she’s always wanted.
Sure enough, Elle is climbing into Sylar lap, rubbing her damn pussy against his hardening cock. She’s kissing him like he’s the last man in the world, and maybe he is…for all of her hateful comments and everything they’ve done to each other, they fix each other like puzzle pieces.
She grasps his cock in one hand, guiding him inside of her as she moves, up and down. Sylar’s eyes meet Bennet’s over her shoulder, and Bennet comes to sit next to Sylar on the bed. Elle looks at Bennet without breaking the rhythm she’s established, smiles happily at him.
Bennet leans in to kiss Sylar without any encouragement. Elle’s breath catches as their lips connect and she pushes herself down harder on Sylar, burying his cock deeper inside of her. Their kiss grows more passionate, and Elle can see Sylar’s tongue sliding into Bennet’s mouth. Her orgasm surprises her, jolts her into stunned awareness as Bennet moves away from Sylar.
“Can I fuck you?” he hisses in Elle’s ear, sliding his hand down her back until he presses his pointer finger against the tight rosebud between her ass cheeks.
Elle sucks in a deep breath. Bennet presses a little harder, and she whimpers out her assent. The three shift on the bed to accommodate Bennet’s addition - Sylar scoots back a little and Elle arches her back, opening herself for him without moving away from Sylar.
Bennet sucks his fingers into his mouth, wetting them before pressing against her. Elle leans forward, pressing her lips against Sylar’s as Bennet works one, then two, fingers into her. Sylar thrusts his hips up a few times, feeling Bennet’s fingers through Elle’s walls, and groans. The three of them together feel amazing, and now he’s not sure he’ll last long enough for Bennet to get inside of her.
He can feel Bennet scissoring his fingers, stretching Elle out. She is moaning into Sylar’s mouth, eagerly squirming in his lap, thrilled at the attention she is getting. When Bennet pulls his fingers from her, they both sigh at the loss.
Elle buries her face in Sylar’s neck as Bennet slowly pushes his cock into her. Sylar strokes her hair, soothing her as Bennet begins to move. He reaches under her, teasing her clit until she is worked up again, panting and rocking.
“So good,” she murmurs into the tanned skin on Sylar’s chest, going pliant in his arms as he and Bennet thrust into her, alternating strokes. Elle comes once, hard, slumping sleepily against Sylar as both men move faster, chasing their orgasm.
Sylar comes before Bennet, groaning out Elle’s name. It doesn’t take much more for Bennet to orgasm, and he lets his body settle to the side. Elle nuzzles her head against Sylar, smiling sleepily at Bennet.
“Well,” she finally says, “this was better than I expected. How much longer do you two expect to be paired up for?”
Noah scoffs just as Sylar snorts, “Hopefully not much longer,” they both mutter, nearly in unison.
“Oh,” Elle says, looking at both of them, “That’s so disappointing. How am I going to visit you both if you’re working apart?”
Noah meets Sylar’s gaze over Elle’s head.
Maybe they can get along a little bit longer.