Fanfiction: Heroes: Devil In A Miniskirt (Chapter 9)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
It seemed like Elle had left the room ages ago. Since then, Sylar had weakly gotten himself up, making his way toward the bathroom to wash up (and change into some of those clean clothes Elle had told him about) when he paused. What was that sound coming from Elle’s bedroom?
His curiosity got the best of him as he carefully took a step closer to the door, pressing his ear against it. For not the first time, he wished he still had the super sensitive hearing. That was an ability that had been handy on more than one occasion, even if it had been a pain to learn to control at first.
But his thoughts were brought away from his lost powers as he caught the sound again, more clearly now.
A soft gasp, a moan, and then a murmuring of his name.
“Gabriel”
He smirked a little to himself at that. He was pretty sure he knew why she had been spending so much time in her room now. So Little Miss In control Company Girl wasn’t quite as detached as she had pretended to be. He wondered, idly, what her dear Daddy would think with her masturbating, fantasizing about a serial killer she had helped create. If that wasn’t the definition of messed up, than he didn’t know what was.
Part of him wanted to barge in on her, pin her to the bed and fuck her senseless until she called out his true name. Because he had long ago stopped being Gabriel. He was Sylar, and that’s the name he wanted to hear out of that pretty little lip stick covered mouth of hers. But the wound in his chest was still healing, and he was pretty sure the kind of sex he wanted to have with her would reopen it, and he really didn’t want to have to deal with her sewing them up again. That was the definition of a pain in his ass.
Still, he’d have to keep in mind that she wanted him, for future reference. Once he was healed and he had his powers back, he’d teach her what name she was really supposed to be calling out.
“Gabriel”
That was definitely not it.
He shook his head and walked away from the door, feeling a little more even about things as he made his way to the bathroom to clean up.
~*~*~*~*~
Sylar frowned as he looked at the “dinner” Elle had served. How someone could manage to burn a frozen pizza was really beyond him. But this barely counted as dinner. And yet, it was a vast improvement over her breakfast attempts.
“I’m cooking from now on,” He declared, taking a drink of his glass of water, wanting to avoid eating that burnt thing for as long as he possibly could.
“You’re supposed to be recovering Gabriel,” She chided him, eating her own food as if she didn’t care that it was burnt. Maybe she didn’t. “You’re going to take much longer to heal if you’re up and about all the time.”
“And what about what you did with me earlier,” Sylar asked, a Cheshire like grin spreading across his lips. “Was that supposed to help with my recovery to?”
“Well, there was a reason I blew you off instead of having full on sex.”
“Why? You don’t want to lose your virginity to a monster like me, is that it?”
Elle puffed her cheeks out a little, looking more than just a little annoyed at that. “Do you really think a virgin would have gone down on you like that? Besides which, it was an exercise in control, and generally, whoever is giving oral is in control, much more so than when having full on sex, which would still reopen your wounds.”
“You really expect me to buy that that was part of the Company plan? Somehow, I doubt Daddy would approve of you giving head to a serial killer.” He smirked a little, pleased at her obvious growing annoyance.
“Daddy doesn’t dictate everything I do.” She insisted, blowing a strand of hair out of her face now as her arms crossed over her chest.
Sylar leaned in, bringing a hand up to cup her neck, gripping it a little tightly, betraying the seemingly gentle action. “I think it was more than that. If it was just part of the job, you wouldn’t have spent so long in your room afterward.” His hot breath brushed against her ear.
“I heard you. I heard you calling out my name in soft, wanton breaths. Tell me, did you picture me as the soft and nerdy watchmaker, making love to you? Because that ship has sailed a long time ago. The only thing I’d want now is to fuck you. Or maybe kill you. But don’t act like you’re some perfect little agent, because we both know that’s not why you’re really here so why don’t you stop playing with me and just own up to the truth. You want me. Even after all this time, you still want me. I wonder what that says about you.”
He laughed softly, letting go of her, pulling away. “But it’s too bad. You can’t have me. I’m not anyone’s thing to posses.”
Elle stared at him for a moment or two, as if caught off guard by what he said. She had certainly not intended on him finding out about that. But there was no point in acting embarrassed. That would be only playing into his hand. So instead Elle got up, taking a few steps closer to Sylar. Even when he was seated, she was still barely taller than him.
“But don’t you see?” Elle smirked, leaning down to press her lips against his. She allowed them to linger there for a moment or two before pulling away with a literal jolt of lightening. As he winced, her smirk grew even wider. “I always, always get what I want. And if I want you like you think I do, then perhaps you should be worried because I don’t give up the things I want.”
And then she turned on her heels, making her way back to her bedroom. She paused as she reached the door, turning to flash him a grin. “You can clean up after dinner, right? I figure if you’re well enough to cook, you can clean.” The door was shut behind her before he could even get a chance to answer her.
Sylar just stared down at his untouched pizza, wondering how she had turned things again so easily. He had been sure that this round, he was going to win. She was definitely a lot better at this sort of thing than he ever would have expected. He wasn’t sure if that made him hate her more or like her. A little bit of both, probably.
He got up and started clearing the dishes, throwing away her disgusting excuse of a dinner. He wondered idly what the next morning was going to bring. What other kind of “lessons” she had planned. Just how was control lessons like giving him head supposed to help him with his powers? It just seemed like some sort of game to her.
Maybe it was time he showed her just how serious things could get. He smirked a little to himself at that. That was probably the best idea he had since he ended up in this hell hole.
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
It seemed like Elle had left the room ages ago. Since then, Sylar had weakly gotten himself up, making his way toward the bathroom to wash up (and change into some of those clean clothes Elle had told him about) when he paused. What was that sound coming from Elle’s bedroom?
His curiosity got the best of him as he carefully took a step closer to the door, pressing his ear against it. For not the first time, he wished he still had the super sensitive hearing. That was an ability that had been handy on more than one occasion, even if it had been a pain to learn to control at first.
But his thoughts were brought away from his lost powers as he caught the sound again, more clearly now.
A soft gasp, a moan, and then a murmuring of his name.
“Gabriel”
He smirked a little to himself at that. He was pretty sure he knew why she had been spending so much time in her room now. So Little Miss In control Company Girl wasn’t quite as detached as she had pretended to be. He wondered, idly, what her dear Daddy would think with her masturbating, fantasizing about a serial killer she had helped create. If that wasn’t the definition of messed up, than he didn’t know what was.
Part of him wanted to barge in on her, pin her to the bed and fuck her senseless until she called out his true name. Because he had long ago stopped being Gabriel. He was Sylar, and that’s the name he wanted to hear out of that pretty little lip stick covered mouth of hers. But the wound in his chest was still healing, and he was pretty sure the kind of sex he wanted to have with her would reopen it, and he really didn’t want to have to deal with her sewing them up again. That was the definition of a pain in his ass.
Still, he’d have to keep in mind that she wanted him, for future reference. Once he was healed and he had his powers back, he’d teach her what name she was really supposed to be calling out.
“Gabriel”
That was definitely not it.
He shook his head and walked away from the door, feeling a little more even about things as he made his way to the bathroom to clean up.
~*~*~*~*~
Sylar frowned as he looked at the “dinner” Elle had served. How someone could manage to burn a frozen pizza was really beyond him. But this barely counted as dinner. And yet, it was a vast improvement over her breakfast attempts.
“I’m cooking from now on,” He declared, taking a drink of his glass of water, wanting to avoid eating that burnt thing for as long as he possibly could.
“You’re supposed to be recovering Gabriel,” She chided him, eating her own food as if she didn’t care that it was burnt. Maybe she didn’t. “You’re going to take much longer to heal if you’re up and about all the time.”
“And what about what you did with me earlier,” Sylar asked, a Cheshire like grin spreading across his lips. “Was that supposed to help with my recovery to?”
“Well, there was a reason I blew you off instead of having full on sex.”
“Why? You don’t want to lose your virginity to a monster like me, is that it?”
Elle puffed her cheeks out a little, looking more than just a little annoyed at that. “Do you really think a virgin would have gone down on you like that? Besides which, it was an exercise in control, and generally, whoever is giving oral is in control, much more so than when having full on sex, which would still reopen your wounds.”
“You really expect me to buy that that was part of the Company plan? Somehow, I doubt Daddy would approve of you giving head to a serial killer.” He smirked a little, pleased at her obvious growing annoyance.
“Daddy doesn’t dictate everything I do.” She insisted, blowing a strand of hair out of her face now as her arms crossed over her chest.
Sylar leaned in, bringing a hand up to cup her neck, gripping it a little tightly, betraying the seemingly gentle action. “I think it was more than that. If it was just part of the job, you wouldn’t have spent so long in your room afterward.” His hot breath brushed against her ear.
“I heard you. I heard you calling out my name in soft, wanton breaths. Tell me, did you picture me as the soft and nerdy watchmaker, making love to you? Because that ship has sailed a long time ago. The only thing I’d want now is to fuck you. Or maybe kill you. But don’t act like you’re some perfect little agent, because we both know that’s not why you’re really here so why don’t you stop playing with me and just own up to the truth. You want me. Even after all this time, you still want me. I wonder what that says about you.”
He laughed softly, letting go of her, pulling away. “But it’s too bad. You can’t have me. I’m not anyone’s thing to posses.”
Elle stared at him for a moment or two, as if caught off guard by what he said. She had certainly not intended on him finding out about that. But there was no point in acting embarrassed. That would be only playing into his hand. So instead Elle got up, taking a few steps closer to Sylar. Even when he was seated, she was still barely taller than him.
“But don’t you see?” Elle smirked, leaning down to press her lips against his. She allowed them to linger there for a moment or two before pulling away with a literal jolt of lightening. As he winced, her smirk grew even wider. “I always, always get what I want. And if I want you like you think I do, then perhaps you should be worried because I don’t give up the things I want.”
And then she turned on her heels, making her way back to her bedroom. She paused as she reached the door, turning to flash him a grin. “You can clean up after dinner, right? I figure if you’re well enough to cook, you can clean.” The door was shut behind her before he could even get a chance to answer her.
Sylar just stared down at his untouched pizza, wondering how she had turned things again so easily. He had been sure that this round, he was going to win. She was definitely a lot better at this sort of thing than he ever would have expected. He wasn’t sure if that made him hate her more or like her. A little bit of both, probably.
He got up and started clearing the dishes, throwing away her disgusting excuse of a dinner. He wondered idly what the next morning was going to bring. What other kind of “lessons” she had planned. Just how was control lessons like giving him head supposed to help him with his powers? It just seemed like some sort of game to her.
Maybe it was time he showed her just how serious things could get. He smirked a little to himself at that. That was probably the best idea he had since he ended up in this hell hole.