Fanfiction: Heroes: The Point Of It All (Chapter 8)
Title: The Point Of It All (Chapter 8)
Pairing/Characters: Sylar/Elle, Angela, Hatian, others.
Rating: NC-17 (For chapter 4 and 8)
Summary: Elle is brought back to life to serve a purpose for the Company, but is it a service she wants to perform? Does she even have a choice? AU after 3x12 "Our Father". Chapter 8: Elle questions him about what happened on the beach, and they talk about their relationship and then some.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter7
It'll seem more like a song
And less like it's math
If you pull on my hair, and bite me like that
-“'-"Pull My Hair" Bright Eyes
Sylar fell asleep long before Elle did. Although being curled up next to him like this should have been a comfort, it wasn’t. Her body was filled with too many conflicting emotions. She loved him, she wanted to forgive him, and she certainly didn’t want to destroy him, but then part of her wanted to hurt him. Hurt him like he had her. He was all she had, and she wasn’t even sure if she wanted him anymore. How would she ever trust him again?
She was just so tired, she felt so resigned. All her life, she had been a tool for someone or another, and she was just tired of it. It was as simple as that. But she wanted another chance. And she thought maybe she could have one with him, but she had to clarify things. She had to have some answers before they confronted Angela.
And with that in mind she sent a shock into Sylar’s shoulder, waking him up in a rather abrupt fashion. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at Elle with a confused expression on his face. “What the hell was that for Elle?”
“We need to talk” She murmured, pulling herself out of his grasp, sitting up on the couch now.
“What’s so important that you couldn’t wait until the morning to talk to me about it?” He snapped, sitting up as well, running a hand through his hair, mussing it up a bit more.
“Why did you do it?” She demanded her voice firmer than it had been a few hours ago back when she first got her memories back. She wanted to forgive him, she really did, but she didn’t know how to. Not without understanding why he did it to begin with. “Why did you kill me?”
Sylar tensed up at the question, sighing softly. And this is what he had been waiting for her. He was surprised the question wasn’t followed by angry yelling and zapping. He would have preferred that. That hurt, betrayed look in her eye was more damaging than any lightening she could produce. “I killed you because I thought you lied to me. The way you flinched that night, like you were scared of me, my brain was already coming up with a thousand conclusions at once, and that cemented them all. I thought you were using me like Angela and Arthur had, and I was angry. If you hadn’t changed, that meant I couldn’t either. It was all temporary. So I killed you. Because I couldn’t just break things off with you. As long as you were alive, I would want you, so I killed you. I didn’t really have a good reason for it, I was pissed off about everything and I took it out on you. I guess you were right before, I am a monster”
“So?” Elle’s voice lacked sympathy, and there was a roll of her eyes before she continued. “I’m a monster too. I’ve killed lots of people Sylar, Gabriel, whatever you’re calling yourself now. Gablar.” He couldn’t help but laugh a little at that. Elle smiled and continued. “I killed my own mother, it was an accident, but I still did it. I’ve killed other people just because I felt like it, but we don’t have to be good to be together. The ideas aren’t mutually exclusive. I didn’t know anything about your parents; I didn’t lie to you, not this time. But if anything’s going to work between us, you have to trust me, okay? And trust yourself. So you like the rush of killing, so what? I’m not going to blame you for it, but just embrace it. Not everyone is meant to be a hero”
Sylar just sat there quietly for a moment, trying to take it all in. She made it sound so easy, so simple. But it wasn’t, was it? Things could never be that easy, not for him. “So what exactly do you want Elle? A relationship, a partnership, what? I can’t promise it’s going to be all rainbows and sunshine. This isn’t going to be like some little romance you used to watch on TV back in the Company.”
And to that, Elle simply grinned, an almost devilish look in her eyes. “I know it won’t be. That’s what’s going to make it even better. Those movies always got boring.” And before he could say anything else in response, she leaned in pressing her lips against his.
Sylar’s eyes widened in surprise at that but he quickly responded, deepening the kiss with a soft growl, pulling her into his lap. For a second there he saw a beach and blood and fire, but he shook his head. It would be different this time. She was giving him a second chance. He didn’t know why she was, but he finally got it. She didn’t expect him to change like everyone else did. For her, he could just be himself.
Elle gasped softly as he pulled her into his lap and parted her lips, tracing her tongue against his own hot, wet appendage. It felt so familiar, despite the fact that they had had so few chances to do this before she had died. Before he had killed her. But it was different now. She could feel it. He understood now. She climbed into his lap, teasingly grinding her hips into his before pulling away from the kiss, allowing a little electric spark to come out as she did so.
Sylar groaned loudly, though whether it was from the friction between their lower regions or the spark of her kiss, he couldn’t be quite certain. All he really knew was that he wanted her. He wanted her in a way that he had never wanted anyone before. He wanted to fuck her, mark her, make her his. Posses her in a way that she’d know he was never going to let her go again. He grabbed her by her shoulders, flipping her so that she was down on the couch. When she tried to struggle and take back control of the situation, Sylar merely grinned, using his telekinesis to pin her down. “Now, now, let me have my fun,” He teased with a grin. “I’m sure it’ll be more than worth your while.”
And before Elle could get out a response he was tugging off her pants and panties, and shoving his fingers into her wet entrance, causing her to moan loudly. She would have bucked in response, had he not been holding her down. He began kissing his way down from her stomach, sending little sparks with each kiss until he reached her nether regions. He continued his assault with his fingers while his tongue flicked against her clit. She tasted bitter, almost like how electricity itself must taste, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. After she finally convulsed in orgasm he released his hold on her, pulling his fingers out.
As he lifted his fingers to his lips, licking off her juices, Elle took this as her chance to strike back. She crawled up to him, going straight for his pants, undoing them and tugging them down quickly. When he looked down at her in confusion she merely grinned in response. “Turnabout is fair play” She crooned in a teasing voice before pushing his boxers down as well, taking his swollen member into her mouth. She moved her head up and down, tongue swirling over the tip, zapping it playfully. Sylar growled in response, grabbing a fistful of her hair at that. “Do that again”
And so she did, running her tongue over him, sending little bolts of lightening into his erection with each suck. He was close, so close and finally he pulled her head up, shaking his head a little. “Not like that,” He panted out. “Want. You.”
“Then take me” She grinned, lying down onto her back on the couch. “I’m yours”
And without needing to be told anything else he positioned himself above her, taking in the sight of her clad only in her shirt and bra. She was so beautiful. How had he almost given her up? And yet she still wanted him. He didn’t understand it, maybe he never would, but for now he didn’t focus too much on that now as he thrusted inside her, causing them both to cry out. She reached up, wrapping her arms around his torso to steady herself, his own hands resting at her hips. He started up a rhythm, fast and hard. This wasn’t tender or sweet like when they had had sex in the Canfield home, but there was something more genuine about it somehow.
And it didn’t take long for Elle to reach her second climax, crying out and channeling electricity into his body, sending Sylar over the edge at the same time. He panted softly as his seed spilled into her, doing his best not to collapse on top of the tiny but powerful blonde. As he began to recover he pulled out of her, shifting to pull her close to his body.
“That was…incredible,” He muttered, pressing a kiss against her shoulder. “You’re right. It does make it better.”
She laughed softly, resting her head on his chest, fatigue finally taking over her body. Maybe for once, things were going to work out okay. She could only hope. “Go to bed. We have a long trip ahead of us if we want to get to Angela”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Angela couldn’t help but smirk to herself a little as her eyes opened from another vision. Even if they were coming after her, she knew something that they didn’t, something she could use over them.
Elle would be pregnant by the time they got here. And she would be the one to give them the news.
Pairing/Characters: Sylar/Elle, Angela, Hatian, others.
Rating: NC-17 (For chapter 4 and 8)
Summary: Elle is brought back to life to serve a purpose for the Company, but is it a service she wants to perform? Does she even have a choice? AU after 3x12 "Our Father". Chapter 8: Elle questions him about what happened on the beach, and they talk about their relationship and then some.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter7
It'll seem more like a song
And less like it's math
If you pull on my hair, and bite me like that
-“'-"Pull My Hair" Bright Eyes
Sylar fell asleep long before Elle did. Although being curled up next to him like this should have been a comfort, it wasn’t. Her body was filled with too many conflicting emotions. She loved him, she wanted to forgive him, and she certainly didn’t want to destroy him, but then part of her wanted to hurt him. Hurt him like he had her. He was all she had, and she wasn’t even sure if she wanted him anymore. How would she ever trust him again?
She was just so tired, she felt so resigned. All her life, she had been a tool for someone or another, and she was just tired of it. It was as simple as that. But she wanted another chance. And she thought maybe she could have one with him, but she had to clarify things. She had to have some answers before they confronted Angela.
And with that in mind she sent a shock into Sylar’s shoulder, waking him up in a rather abrupt fashion. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at Elle with a confused expression on his face. “What the hell was that for Elle?”
“We need to talk” She murmured, pulling herself out of his grasp, sitting up on the couch now.
“What’s so important that you couldn’t wait until the morning to talk to me about it?” He snapped, sitting up as well, running a hand through his hair, mussing it up a bit more.
“Why did you do it?” She demanded her voice firmer than it had been a few hours ago back when she first got her memories back. She wanted to forgive him, she really did, but she didn’t know how to. Not without understanding why he did it to begin with. “Why did you kill me?”
Sylar tensed up at the question, sighing softly. And this is what he had been waiting for her. He was surprised the question wasn’t followed by angry yelling and zapping. He would have preferred that. That hurt, betrayed look in her eye was more damaging than any lightening she could produce. “I killed you because I thought you lied to me. The way you flinched that night, like you were scared of me, my brain was already coming up with a thousand conclusions at once, and that cemented them all. I thought you were using me like Angela and Arthur had, and I was angry. If you hadn’t changed, that meant I couldn’t either. It was all temporary. So I killed you. Because I couldn’t just break things off with you. As long as you were alive, I would want you, so I killed you. I didn’t really have a good reason for it, I was pissed off about everything and I took it out on you. I guess you were right before, I am a monster”
“So?” Elle’s voice lacked sympathy, and there was a roll of her eyes before she continued. “I’m a monster too. I’ve killed lots of people Sylar, Gabriel, whatever you’re calling yourself now. Gablar.” He couldn’t help but laugh a little at that. Elle smiled and continued. “I killed my own mother, it was an accident, but I still did it. I’ve killed other people just because I felt like it, but we don’t have to be good to be together. The ideas aren’t mutually exclusive. I didn’t know anything about your parents; I didn’t lie to you, not this time. But if anything’s going to work between us, you have to trust me, okay? And trust yourself. So you like the rush of killing, so what? I’m not going to blame you for it, but just embrace it. Not everyone is meant to be a hero”
Sylar just sat there quietly for a moment, trying to take it all in. She made it sound so easy, so simple. But it wasn’t, was it? Things could never be that easy, not for him. “So what exactly do you want Elle? A relationship, a partnership, what? I can’t promise it’s going to be all rainbows and sunshine. This isn’t going to be like some little romance you used to watch on TV back in the Company.”
And to that, Elle simply grinned, an almost devilish look in her eyes. “I know it won’t be. That’s what’s going to make it even better. Those movies always got boring.” And before he could say anything else in response, she leaned in pressing her lips against his.
Sylar’s eyes widened in surprise at that but he quickly responded, deepening the kiss with a soft growl, pulling her into his lap. For a second there he saw a beach and blood and fire, but he shook his head. It would be different this time. She was giving him a second chance. He didn’t know why she was, but he finally got it. She didn’t expect him to change like everyone else did. For her, he could just be himself.
Elle gasped softly as he pulled her into his lap and parted her lips, tracing her tongue against his own hot, wet appendage. It felt so familiar, despite the fact that they had had so few chances to do this before she had died. Before he had killed her. But it was different now. She could feel it. He understood now. She climbed into his lap, teasingly grinding her hips into his before pulling away from the kiss, allowing a little electric spark to come out as she did so.
Sylar groaned loudly, though whether it was from the friction between their lower regions or the spark of her kiss, he couldn’t be quite certain. All he really knew was that he wanted her. He wanted her in a way that he had never wanted anyone before. He wanted to fuck her, mark her, make her his. Posses her in a way that she’d know he was never going to let her go again. He grabbed her by her shoulders, flipping her so that she was down on the couch. When she tried to struggle and take back control of the situation, Sylar merely grinned, using his telekinesis to pin her down. “Now, now, let me have my fun,” He teased with a grin. “I’m sure it’ll be more than worth your while.”
And before Elle could get out a response he was tugging off her pants and panties, and shoving his fingers into her wet entrance, causing her to moan loudly. She would have bucked in response, had he not been holding her down. He began kissing his way down from her stomach, sending little sparks with each kiss until he reached her nether regions. He continued his assault with his fingers while his tongue flicked against her clit. She tasted bitter, almost like how electricity itself must taste, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. After she finally convulsed in orgasm he released his hold on her, pulling his fingers out.
As he lifted his fingers to his lips, licking off her juices, Elle took this as her chance to strike back. She crawled up to him, going straight for his pants, undoing them and tugging them down quickly. When he looked down at her in confusion she merely grinned in response. “Turnabout is fair play” She crooned in a teasing voice before pushing his boxers down as well, taking his swollen member into her mouth. She moved her head up and down, tongue swirling over the tip, zapping it playfully. Sylar growled in response, grabbing a fistful of her hair at that. “Do that again”
And so she did, running her tongue over him, sending little bolts of lightening into his erection with each suck. He was close, so close and finally he pulled her head up, shaking his head a little. “Not like that,” He panted out. “Want. You.”
“Then take me” She grinned, lying down onto her back on the couch. “I’m yours”
And without needing to be told anything else he positioned himself above her, taking in the sight of her clad only in her shirt and bra. She was so beautiful. How had he almost given her up? And yet she still wanted him. He didn’t understand it, maybe he never would, but for now he didn’t focus too much on that now as he thrusted inside her, causing them both to cry out. She reached up, wrapping her arms around his torso to steady herself, his own hands resting at her hips. He started up a rhythm, fast and hard. This wasn’t tender or sweet like when they had had sex in the Canfield home, but there was something more genuine about it somehow.
And it didn’t take long for Elle to reach her second climax, crying out and channeling electricity into his body, sending Sylar over the edge at the same time. He panted softly as his seed spilled into her, doing his best not to collapse on top of the tiny but powerful blonde. As he began to recover he pulled out of her, shifting to pull her close to his body.
“That was…incredible,” He muttered, pressing a kiss against her shoulder. “You’re right. It does make it better.”
She laughed softly, resting her head on his chest, fatigue finally taking over her body. Maybe for once, things were going to work out okay. She could only hope. “Go to bed. We have a long trip ahead of us if we want to get to Angela”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Angela couldn’t help but smirk to herself a little as her eyes opened from another vision. Even if they were coming after her, she knew something that they didn’t, something she could use over them.
Elle would be pregnant by the time they got here. And she would be the one to give them the news.