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TITLE: Kinky Little Games we Play 6
AUTHOR: dragynflies
RATING: NC 17
PAIRING: Sylar/Elle, Elle/Mohinder
DISCLAIMER: Heroes cast is not mine
SUMMARY: Another chapter in my Sylar and Elle are Kinky ‘verse. Written for prompt:
Unusual/extreme positions for my kink bingo card, which is sadly neglected these days.
Warning for forced orgasms, threesomes, bondage…the usual. Oh, and I shouldn’t have to leave the warning that it’s never okay to leave your submissive alone while they’re in bondage, but I suppose I’d better. This is fiction, people.
Also…it got sort of angsty at the end. Totally my bad, I had no plans for that - but it sort of worked, so…whatever. I guess it could maybe be read as dub-con towards the end too…depending on how you look at it. So, I shall warn just in case. (It’s not meant to be.)
Comments are appreciated like candy :)
Toys in this fic: (REALLY NSFW, of course)
http://allwebsex.com/gs/thumbs/feed32/3515/crucifix-slave-49d213d8.jpg
http://www.popularpages.net/pics/nipple-torture_4_2862.jpg
Sylar knows about the man on the porch nearly five minutes before the bell sounds throughout the house. Still, he doesn’t let his presence affect him as he continues tightening the straps and attaching weights to his current project.
“We’re having a visitor,” Sylar smirks, tapping at the weighted metal balls so they swing in the air, attached to the chain that dangles from the pulley in the ceiling. Elle groans, her eyes on the chains that attach her to nipple clamps. Every swing of the weights pulls on her breasts, and there’s absolutely nothing she can do about it.
Sylar pats Elle on the hip before he exits the living room, leaving Elle attached to the wooden frame in their living room, the vibrators buzzing their usual hum as she tries to maintain some control over her body.
“Dr. Suresh,” Sylar greets, opening the door to find Mohinder waiting nervously. “It’s been a long time since we’ve seen you.” His tone warns Mohinder that there had better be a valid reason for his presence, “Please, comes in.”
In the kitchen, Sylar offers the other man a cup of coffee. It all seems so mundane, and Mohinder’s eyes flicker around the room, observing. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to realize what he is looking for.
“Elle’s in the living room,” Sylar informs him, handing him a mug of coffee, “Now, please, have a seat and explain what has brought you here.”
“I apologize for the intrusion,” Mohinder begins, but Sylar can see the way his head angles towards the living room.
Sylar smirks. He can hear Elle’s whimpers from the other room and can’t deny he’s curious to see how she’s doing as well. Still, there’s no sense in rewarding Mohinder for simply showing up. “Dr. Suresh. I’d appreciate an explanation as to your presence before you visit Elle.”
Mohinder shakes hi s head to clear it, then clears his throat. “Of course. Are you aware that you’re not the only special with your ability?”
Sylar chuckles, his mind running through his array of skills, “Of course I am. It would be foolish to think that my abilities did not have duplicates.”
“I refer to your original ability,” Mohinder clarifies, “Your so called intuitive aptitude that allows your understanding - “
“I understand how my ability works,” Sylar interrupts, “Just as I’m sure you’re aware that Arthur Petrelli is able to take other abilities.”
“It’s not Arthur Petrelli that has become the problem,” Mohinder continues, “The specials that managed to escape or remain under Nathan and Danko’s radar are dying at an alarming rate - killed in a manner that I’m sure you’re familiar with.”
“I’ve been busy,” Sylar says, “It wasn’t me.”
“I’m aware of that; others are less certain. Still, the fact that multiple specials are being killed…their skulls cut open and brains removed…is a concern.”
“Not to me,” Sylar shrugs, and Mohinder should have known to expect that reaction.
“Still,” Mohinder says, attempting to plant the bait, “This individual is causing serious problems. Imagine the abilities you could acquire if he were eliminated with your skill.” Encouraging Sylar to take out anyone was a risk, but a risk that Mohinder was now willing to take given the rates at which specials were being eliminated - a rate twice of which Sylar had ever managed to kill.
It was obvious Mohinder had played the right card. Sylar was quiet, considering. Elle’s groan breaks the silence and Sylar finally stands up.
“I’ll give your proposal some though,” he says, already walking towards the living room, “I suspect you’ll want to come with me.”
Mohinder couldn’t deny it, and followed behind Sylar, trying not to look too eager. It had been months since he’d first been to the house in Montana, but he’d never forgotten what Sylar had shown him.
It takes Mohinder a moment to locate Elle, buckled to the wooden cross that adorned the wall. Her arms were stretched out, belted at her wrists and upper arms to pin her arms to the horizontal bar of the cross. Five restraints ran across her body - one above and one below her breasts, a thick belt across her hips, another over her thighs and another just below her knees. Her toes held her balanced precariously on a block of wood.
Mohinder could see the silver belts running between her legs; though he couldn’t see the vibrators the noise was unmistakable. Elle’s pink nipples had gone a bright red, save for the tiny blue bruises already appearing around her clamped nipples, and were hooked to a pulley in the ceiling. The weights dangle from the other side, and didn’t need Sylar’s eager touch to make them sway - Elle’s uncontrolled fidgeting was more than enough to keep them moving.
Elle’s eyes were closed, her forehead knit in pained concentration as she struggled to hold still. Every orgasm sent a shiver across her body, and Mohinder watched a bead of sweat slide down her red face.
“Elle.” Sylar’s voice was all it took; Elle’s eyes pop open and she meets his gaze. “Elle, we have a visitor.”
Mohinder watches Elle’s expression shift as she finally noticed him. He isn’t sure exactly what is going through her mind - or what he wanted her to think. Is she happy to see him or is she too far gone to care who sees her?
“Elle, what do you say?” Sylar asks, reaching for the weights.
“Hel…Hello, sir,” Elle stammers, her eyes darting from Mohinder to Sylar.
“Mohinder here came to let me know what’s going on in the real world.” Sylar tells her, as though Elle were sitting in front of them, fully clothed and listening. “Turns out there’s someone else who thinks they’re just as good as I am.”
Elle blinks, confused. Mohinder watches her as she tries to put the pieces together, tries to think, even with everything going on around her.
“Someone who thinks it’s their right to help themselves to powers as they care to…someone who’s not me. Mohinder came to see if I’d like to assist in removing this individual from the population.”
Elle nods, then opens her mouth to talk just as another orgasm hits her, hard. Her feet shake as she tries to remain standing on the shaky block of wood.
Mohinder feels his cock grow in his pants, pressing against his zipper. He shifts, trying to alleviate the ache between his legs.
Sylar laughs at Mohinder’s obvious discomfort. “Shall I pull her down?”
Mohinder nods eagerly, his heart in his throat. He can’t deny that she is absolutely breathtaking strapped there, her face flushed red and body quivering, but he also can’t wait to replace the vibrator buried within her with his own cock.
Elle breathes a sigh of relief as Sylar turns off the toys and carefully removes her nipple clamps. She whimpers in pain as the blood flow returns to her nipples, but Sylar presses his fingers against her breasts, calming the ache, before removing the belts and using his telekinesis to carefully remove Elle from the cross and settle her on the floor.
Sylar gestures with his hand that Mohinder is welcome to her. Elle is crumpled on the floor, panting, so Mohinder picks her up and carries her to the bedroom. Sylar remains in the living room, cleaning up the remaining toys.
Mohinder settles Elle on the bed and carefully removes the straps holding the vibrators inside of Elle. Lastly, he removes the butterfly pressed against her clit, causing Elle to whine low in her throat as he peels the plastic from her oversensitive skin.
“Open your legs,” Mohinder demands, and Elle weakly separated her thighs, looking at him.
“Not so shy this time,” Elle says, her lips twisting into a wry smirk, “One time and now you think you can just boss me around.”
“Can’t I?” Mohinder asks, unbuttoning and unzipping his slacks and pushing them to the floor, “Can’t I do whatever I want to you?”
Elle’s snarky retort is cut short as Mohinder tugs her to the edge of the bed and sinks his cock inside of her. She manages a weak moan of pleasure as Mohinder clutches at her thighs, bending her legs up as he thrusts inside of her tight body.
“I knew the minute we found those specials that Sylar wasn’t behind it,” he pants as he fucks her, “I knew he wasn’t behind it because he’s got you. And he doesn’t need to be killing over one or two silly little abilities when he’s got something so much better. I couldn’t wait to come here and tell him, because I knew you’d be here.”
Elle doesn’t respond, just lets her body go limp as Mohinder finally thrusts into her a final time, coming hard inside of her. As he catches his breath, she scoots away from him, sitting back on the bed and watching him as she fiddles idly with the silver collar around her neck. Her legs are clenched tightly together and she looks blissfully exhausted.
“He’ll kill him, you know,” she says offhandedly as Mohinder cleans himself up and dresses. “You won’t have that problem for much longer.”
Mohinder nods, “It’s why I told him about the other. One Sylar is plenty for this world.”
Elle’s brow furrows and she looks mildly upset - Mohinder’s certain he’s offended her with his statement.
“I wonder how long he’ll be gone for,” she says instead, and Mohinder follows her gaze to the cage in the corner of the bedroom. He’s amazed he never noticed it earlier; though he has to admit the rest of the house is a little distracting.
“He’ll take you with him,” Mohinder says, stunned, “He wouldn’t leave you here.”
Elle shrugs, her pointer finger still hooked in her collar, “I would never leave him,” she says honestly, “I wouldn’t. I just don’t know if he always believes that.”
Sylar chooses that moment to enter the room. Mohinder watches Elle’s entire demeanor shift as he opens the cage door.
“I have to go away,” Sylar says, and he doesn’t even need to say any more - Elle crawls off the bed and into the cage without a word. “I’ll be back, alright?” he tells her and she nods once, lying down in the bottom of the cage.
He tosses Mohinder the key. “Thanks for the heads up,” he says, “Will you stay here while I’m gone?”
Elle perks up slightly, watching Mohinder as he examines the key in his hands, “Of…of course,” he stammers out, stunned.
“I’ll be back within the week,” Sylar promises, bending to kiss Elle through the bars of her cage. She scrambles for him, kissing him hard, and he grins as he strokes her hair back away from her face. “Have fun, Mohinder. Elle, be good.”
As Sylar grabs a bag and exits the bedroom, Mohinder glances over at the lithe blonde who is grinning at him. He can’t help but return her smile.
His week just go so much better.
AUTHOR: dragynflies
RATING: NC 17
PAIRING: Sylar/Elle, Elle/Mohinder
DISCLAIMER: Heroes cast is not mine
SUMMARY: Another chapter in my Sylar and Elle are Kinky ‘verse. Written for prompt:
Unusual/extreme positions for my kink bingo card, which is sadly neglected these days.
Warning for forced orgasms, threesomes, bondage…the usual. Oh, and I shouldn’t have to leave the warning that it’s never okay to leave your submissive alone while they’re in bondage, but I suppose I’d better. This is fiction, people.
Also…it got sort of angsty at the end. Totally my bad, I had no plans for that - but it sort of worked, so…whatever. I guess it could maybe be read as dub-con towards the end too…depending on how you look at it. So, I shall warn just in case. (It’s not meant to be.)
Comments are appreciated like candy :)
Toys in this fic: (REALLY NSFW, of course)
http://allwebsex.com/gs/thumbs/feed32/3515/crucifix-slave-49d213d8.jpg
http://www.popularpages.net/pics/nipple-torture_4_2862.jpg
Sylar knows about the man on the porch nearly five minutes before the bell sounds throughout the house. Still, he doesn’t let his presence affect him as he continues tightening the straps and attaching weights to his current project.
“We’re having a visitor,” Sylar smirks, tapping at the weighted metal balls so they swing in the air, attached to the chain that dangles from the pulley in the ceiling. Elle groans, her eyes on the chains that attach her to nipple clamps. Every swing of the weights pulls on her breasts, and there’s absolutely nothing she can do about it.
Sylar pats Elle on the hip before he exits the living room, leaving Elle attached to the wooden frame in their living room, the vibrators buzzing their usual hum as she tries to maintain some control over her body.
“Dr. Suresh,” Sylar greets, opening the door to find Mohinder waiting nervously. “It’s been a long time since we’ve seen you.” His tone warns Mohinder that there had better be a valid reason for his presence, “Please, comes in.”
In the kitchen, Sylar offers the other man a cup of coffee. It all seems so mundane, and Mohinder’s eyes flicker around the room, observing. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to realize what he is looking for.
“Elle’s in the living room,” Sylar informs him, handing him a mug of coffee, “Now, please, have a seat and explain what has brought you here.”
“I apologize for the intrusion,” Mohinder begins, but Sylar can see the way his head angles towards the living room.
Sylar smirks. He can hear Elle’s whimpers from the other room and can’t deny he’s curious to see how she’s doing as well. Still, there’s no sense in rewarding Mohinder for simply showing up. “Dr. Suresh. I’d appreciate an explanation as to your presence before you visit Elle.”
Mohinder shakes hi s head to clear it, then clears his throat. “Of course. Are you aware that you’re not the only special with your ability?”
Sylar chuckles, his mind running through his array of skills, “Of course I am. It would be foolish to think that my abilities did not have duplicates.”
“I refer to your original ability,” Mohinder clarifies, “Your so called intuitive aptitude that allows your understanding - “
“I understand how my ability works,” Sylar interrupts, “Just as I’m sure you’re aware that Arthur Petrelli is able to take other abilities.”
“It’s not Arthur Petrelli that has become the problem,” Mohinder continues, “The specials that managed to escape or remain under Nathan and Danko’s radar are dying at an alarming rate - killed in a manner that I’m sure you’re familiar with.”
“I’ve been busy,” Sylar says, “It wasn’t me.”
“I’m aware of that; others are less certain. Still, the fact that multiple specials are being killed…their skulls cut open and brains removed…is a concern.”
“Not to me,” Sylar shrugs, and Mohinder should have known to expect that reaction.
“Still,” Mohinder says, attempting to plant the bait, “This individual is causing serious problems. Imagine the abilities you could acquire if he were eliminated with your skill.” Encouraging Sylar to take out anyone was a risk, but a risk that Mohinder was now willing to take given the rates at which specials were being eliminated - a rate twice of which Sylar had ever managed to kill.
It was obvious Mohinder had played the right card. Sylar was quiet, considering. Elle’s groan breaks the silence and Sylar finally stands up.
“I’ll give your proposal some though,” he says, already walking towards the living room, “I suspect you’ll want to come with me.”
Mohinder couldn’t deny it, and followed behind Sylar, trying not to look too eager. It had been months since he’d first been to the house in Montana, but he’d never forgotten what Sylar had shown him.
It takes Mohinder a moment to locate Elle, buckled to the wooden cross that adorned the wall. Her arms were stretched out, belted at her wrists and upper arms to pin her arms to the horizontal bar of the cross. Five restraints ran across her body - one above and one below her breasts, a thick belt across her hips, another over her thighs and another just below her knees. Her toes held her balanced precariously on a block of wood.
Mohinder could see the silver belts running between her legs; though he couldn’t see the vibrators the noise was unmistakable. Elle’s pink nipples had gone a bright red, save for the tiny blue bruises already appearing around her clamped nipples, and were hooked to a pulley in the ceiling. The weights dangle from the other side, and didn’t need Sylar’s eager touch to make them sway - Elle’s uncontrolled fidgeting was more than enough to keep them moving.
Elle’s eyes were closed, her forehead knit in pained concentration as she struggled to hold still. Every orgasm sent a shiver across her body, and Mohinder watched a bead of sweat slide down her red face.
“Elle.” Sylar’s voice was all it took; Elle’s eyes pop open and she meets his gaze. “Elle, we have a visitor.”
Mohinder watches Elle’s expression shift as she finally noticed him. He isn’t sure exactly what is going through her mind - or what he wanted her to think. Is she happy to see him or is she too far gone to care who sees her?
“Elle, what do you say?” Sylar asks, reaching for the weights.
“Hel…Hello, sir,” Elle stammers, her eyes darting from Mohinder to Sylar.
“Mohinder here came to let me know what’s going on in the real world.” Sylar tells her, as though Elle were sitting in front of them, fully clothed and listening. “Turns out there’s someone else who thinks they’re just as good as I am.”
Elle blinks, confused. Mohinder watches her as she tries to put the pieces together, tries to think, even with everything going on around her.
“Someone who thinks it’s their right to help themselves to powers as they care to…someone who’s not me. Mohinder came to see if I’d like to assist in removing this individual from the population.”
Elle nods, then opens her mouth to talk just as another orgasm hits her, hard. Her feet shake as she tries to remain standing on the shaky block of wood.
Mohinder feels his cock grow in his pants, pressing against his zipper. He shifts, trying to alleviate the ache between his legs.
Sylar laughs at Mohinder’s obvious discomfort. “Shall I pull her down?”
Mohinder nods eagerly, his heart in his throat. He can’t deny that she is absolutely breathtaking strapped there, her face flushed red and body quivering, but he also can’t wait to replace the vibrator buried within her with his own cock.
Elle breathes a sigh of relief as Sylar turns off the toys and carefully removes her nipple clamps. She whimpers in pain as the blood flow returns to her nipples, but Sylar presses his fingers against her breasts, calming the ache, before removing the belts and using his telekinesis to carefully remove Elle from the cross and settle her on the floor.
Sylar gestures with his hand that Mohinder is welcome to her. Elle is crumpled on the floor, panting, so Mohinder picks her up and carries her to the bedroom. Sylar remains in the living room, cleaning up the remaining toys.
Mohinder settles Elle on the bed and carefully removes the straps holding the vibrators inside of Elle. Lastly, he removes the butterfly pressed against her clit, causing Elle to whine low in her throat as he peels the plastic from her oversensitive skin.
“Open your legs,” Mohinder demands, and Elle weakly separated her thighs, looking at him.
“Not so shy this time,” Elle says, her lips twisting into a wry smirk, “One time and now you think you can just boss me around.”
“Can’t I?” Mohinder asks, unbuttoning and unzipping his slacks and pushing them to the floor, “Can’t I do whatever I want to you?”
Elle’s snarky retort is cut short as Mohinder tugs her to the edge of the bed and sinks his cock inside of her. She manages a weak moan of pleasure as Mohinder clutches at her thighs, bending her legs up as he thrusts inside of her tight body.
“I knew the minute we found those specials that Sylar wasn’t behind it,” he pants as he fucks her, “I knew he wasn’t behind it because he’s got you. And he doesn’t need to be killing over one or two silly little abilities when he’s got something so much better. I couldn’t wait to come here and tell him, because I knew you’d be here.”
Elle doesn’t respond, just lets her body go limp as Mohinder finally thrusts into her a final time, coming hard inside of her. As he catches his breath, she scoots away from him, sitting back on the bed and watching him as she fiddles idly with the silver collar around her neck. Her legs are clenched tightly together and she looks blissfully exhausted.
“He’ll kill him, you know,” she says offhandedly as Mohinder cleans himself up and dresses. “You won’t have that problem for much longer.”
Mohinder nods, “It’s why I told him about the other. One Sylar is plenty for this world.”
Elle’s brow furrows and she looks mildly upset - Mohinder’s certain he’s offended her with his statement.
“I wonder how long he’ll be gone for,” she says instead, and Mohinder follows her gaze to the cage in the corner of the bedroom. He’s amazed he never noticed it earlier; though he has to admit the rest of the house is a little distracting.
“He’ll take you with him,” Mohinder says, stunned, “He wouldn’t leave you here.”
Elle shrugs, her pointer finger still hooked in her collar, “I would never leave him,” she says honestly, “I wouldn’t. I just don’t know if he always believes that.”
Sylar chooses that moment to enter the room. Mohinder watches Elle’s entire demeanor shift as he opens the cage door.
“I have to go away,” Sylar says, and he doesn’t even need to say any more - Elle crawls off the bed and into the cage without a word. “I’ll be back, alright?” he tells her and she nods once, lying down in the bottom of the cage.
He tosses Mohinder the key. “Thanks for the heads up,” he says, “Will you stay here while I’m gone?”
Elle perks up slightly, watching Mohinder as he examines the key in his hands, “Of…of course,” he stammers out, stunned.
“I’ll be back within the week,” Sylar promises, bending to kiss Elle through the bars of her cage. She scrambles for him, kissing him hard, and he grins as he strokes her hair back away from her face. “Have fun, Mohinder. Elle, be good.”
As Sylar grabs a bag and exits the bedroom, Mohinder glances over at the lithe blonde who is grinning at him. He can’t help but return her smile.
His week just go so much better.