Fanfiction: Heroes: High And Dry
Title: High and Dry
Pairing: Sylar(Gabriel)/Elle
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A porny take on what happened after Sylar came back to life during 3x11.
A/N: I couldn’t get my ideas melding right for the next chapter of “The Point of It All” so I ended up writing this instead.
As soon as Bennet left the grocery store, with that stupid smug smile on his lips, Elle struggled and cried out, trying to find a way out of the stupid elevator. Finally, she found the right lever and as the door lifted she rushed out, making her way towards Gabriel’s dead body. Her eyes filled with tears as she lifted his cooling form into her arms, laying his head into her lap. He was dead. He was all she had left in the world, and now he was dead. What was she supposed to do now? Her body felt like every part of it was aching; it hurt more than when she had been plagued by that electricity. Why did he have to be so stupid, going against Bennet on his own without his powers? She wasn’t worth this. They could have had a chance, fighting together.
She held onto him tightly, her breath becoming quick and shallow between panicked sobs. And then, suddenly, she felt him stir, her eyes widening in surprise. She looked down to see the wound across his neck healing now. Their powers were back. “Gabriel, I was so- I was” And finding herself at a loss for words to describe just how she felt she threaded her fingers through his hair to pull him up for an almost desperate kiss.
Gabriel wasted no time in responded to the kiss, opening his lips to deepen it, his tongue begging for entrance into her mouth. She whimpered a little, parting her own lips in order to accommodate him, her own wet appendage snaking out to meet his. The kiss was intense and passionate, much rawer then when they had been cuddling at the Canfield house. Elle had almost lost Gabriel, and she didn’t want to waste any time now that she had him back in her arms once more.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling away from the kiss as he pulled her into his lap. She pouted for a moment before his lips pressed against her neck now, causing her to gasp in surprise, grinding her hips against his in response. He growled at this, biting into her skin, sucking on it hard enough to leave a bruise. He didn’t care if anyone saw it: it was just further proof that she was his, finally.
She bucked against him again, and he couldn’t stand it, bringing a hand down between her legs, glad that she was only wearing his shirt and underwear; it made things a lot simpler that way. He pushed aside her white cotton panties, causing her to cry out as he plunged a finger inside of her, his thumb brushing against her clit. For a moment, it occurred to him that this might not be the best of places to be doing something like this, but honestly, he didn’t really care one way or another. If they could change bandages and spread blood in the middle of the store, what harm was there in having sex in the stockroom? At least there was less chance of being interrupted back here.
Elle wasted no time as Gabriel thrusted in his digit inside her, using her own fingers to undo his pants, lifting herself up off his lap for a moment to tug them and his boxers off. She settled down once more, a shiver of anticipation running down her back as she felt his erection so close to her. A grin spread across her lips as she brought a hand down to wrap around it, sending a playful spark through him as she began to pump his member. Peter had hated when she shocked him after kissing, but she had a feeling that if she did it to Gabriel, to Sylar, he wouldn’t mind quite as much.
He groaned in appreciation at that, returning the favor by sending a spark up against her core, smirking to himself as she bucked forward, moaning more at that. He couldn’t stand much more of this foreplay, pulling his fingers out as he lay down on the cold floor. He carefully moved her hand off him now before grabbing her hips to reposition her, her entrance hovering above his member now, dripping and teasing. And then he pulled her down as he thrusted up, them meeting halfway as he entered her, causing both parties to moan out longingly.
Elle tilted her head down, engaging him another kiss as he continued to move inside her. She whimpered and sparked as his lips, her hands resting on his shoulders. It felt so good, so intense, and even stronger than it had the first time. She didn’t know if it was because they had their powers back or because she was just so glad he was alive or a combination of the two, but she didn’t care. She just knew that she didn’t want it to end any time soon.
But even the best of things had endings, and soon enough she found herself unable to hold back anymore, crying out as she bit down on his lip, drawing blood and shocking him all at once. That last shock was enough to send him over the edge as well, and soon they were both collapsed, panting for breath as they pulled away from the kiss.
Gabriel smiled a little to himself, leaning down to kiss her on the top of her head, pulling her closer to him. There was a nagging voice that told him they needed to go, they still had to get Claire, he couldn’t let his father down, but for now, he ignored them. A little longer couldn’t hurt things.
“I’m glad you…you know,” Elle muttered softly, resting her head on his chest. “Didn’t die.”
He chuckled softly, running his fingers softly through her long blonde hair before replying, “So am I.” He paused for a moment. “We can’t stay her-“
She cut him off with a hand to his lips and a grin.
“I know, but just a few more minutes, and then we can go get the cheerleader.”
Pairing: Sylar(Gabriel)/Elle
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A porny take on what happened after Sylar came back to life during 3x11.
A/N: I couldn’t get my ideas melding right for the next chapter of “The Point of It All” so I ended up writing this instead.
As soon as Bennet left the grocery store, with that stupid smug smile on his lips, Elle struggled and cried out, trying to find a way out of the stupid elevator. Finally, she found the right lever and as the door lifted she rushed out, making her way towards Gabriel’s dead body. Her eyes filled with tears as she lifted his cooling form into her arms, laying his head into her lap. He was dead. He was all she had left in the world, and now he was dead. What was she supposed to do now? Her body felt like every part of it was aching; it hurt more than when she had been plagued by that electricity. Why did he have to be so stupid, going against Bennet on his own without his powers? She wasn’t worth this. They could have had a chance, fighting together.
She held onto him tightly, her breath becoming quick and shallow between panicked sobs. And then, suddenly, she felt him stir, her eyes widening in surprise. She looked down to see the wound across his neck healing now. Their powers were back. “Gabriel, I was so- I was” And finding herself at a loss for words to describe just how she felt she threaded her fingers through his hair to pull him up for an almost desperate kiss.
Gabriel wasted no time in responded to the kiss, opening his lips to deepen it, his tongue begging for entrance into her mouth. She whimpered a little, parting her own lips in order to accommodate him, her own wet appendage snaking out to meet his. The kiss was intense and passionate, much rawer then when they had been cuddling at the Canfield house. Elle had almost lost Gabriel, and she didn’t want to waste any time now that she had him back in her arms once more.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling away from the kiss as he pulled her into his lap. She pouted for a moment before his lips pressed against her neck now, causing her to gasp in surprise, grinding her hips against his in response. He growled at this, biting into her skin, sucking on it hard enough to leave a bruise. He didn’t care if anyone saw it: it was just further proof that she was his, finally.
She bucked against him again, and he couldn’t stand it, bringing a hand down between her legs, glad that she was only wearing his shirt and underwear; it made things a lot simpler that way. He pushed aside her white cotton panties, causing her to cry out as he plunged a finger inside of her, his thumb brushing against her clit. For a moment, it occurred to him that this might not be the best of places to be doing something like this, but honestly, he didn’t really care one way or another. If they could change bandages and spread blood in the middle of the store, what harm was there in having sex in the stockroom? At least there was less chance of being interrupted back here.
Elle wasted no time as Gabriel thrusted in his digit inside her, using her own fingers to undo his pants, lifting herself up off his lap for a moment to tug them and his boxers off. She settled down once more, a shiver of anticipation running down her back as she felt his erection so close to her. A grin spread across her lips as she brought a hand down to wrap around it, sending a playful spark through him as she began to pump his member. Peter had hated when she shocked him after kissing, but she had a feeling that if she did it to Gabriel, to Sylar, he wouldn’t mind quite as much.
He groaned in appreciation at that, returning the favor by sending a spark up against her core, smirking to himself as she bucked forward, moaning more at that. He couldn’t stand much more of this foreplay, pulling his fingers out as he lay down on the cold floor. He carefully moved her hand off him now before grabbing her hips to reposition her, her entrance hovering above his member now, dripping and teasing. And then he pulled her down as he thrusted up, them meeting halfway as he entered her, causing both parties to moan out longingly.
Elle tilted her head down, engaging him another kiss as he continued to move inside her. She whimpered and sparked as his lips, her hands resting on his shoulders. It felt so good, so intense, and even stronger than it had the first time. She didn’t know if it was because they had their powers back or because she was just so glad he was alive or a combination of the two, but she didn’t care. She just knew that she didn’t want it to end any time soon.
But even the best of things had endings, and soon enough she found herself unable to hold back anymore, crying out as she bit down on his lip, drawing blood and shocking him all at once. That last shock was enough to send him over the edge as well, and soon they were both collapsed, panting for breath as they pulled away from the kiss.
Gabriel smiled a little to himself, leaning down to kiss her on the top of her head, pulling her closer to him. There was a nagging voice that told him they needed to go, they still had to get Claire, he couldn’t let his father down, but for now, he ignored them. A little longer couldn’t hurt things.
“I’m glad you…you know,” Elle muttered softly, resting her head on his chest. “Didn’t die.”
He chuckled softly, running his fingers softly through her long blonde hair before replying, “So am I.” He paused for a moment. “We can’t stay her-“
She cut him off with a hand to his lips and a grin.
“I know, but just a few more minutes, and then we can go get the cheerleader.”