Fanfiction: Heroes: Scarlet's Walk (Chapter 3)
Title: Scarlet’s Walk (Chapter 3)
Rating: NC-17 (Eventually)
Summary: The sequel to Devil In A Miniskirt. Elle and Sylar’s roadtrip to New York. AU take on Season 2. Chapter 3: Elle gets a call from Daddy, and Sylar tries to get the upperhand.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Sylar stirred in the morning not from the sound of her phone going off but rather, the lack of warmth from her no longer lying on top of him. He wasn’t surprised he missed the phone, really. With the lack of his enhanced hearing, everything seemed so…quiet now. Except Elle. She was always loud and annoying. Even now, with the door to the bathroom closed, he could hear her pretty well.
“Daddy, look, I didn’t have any choice but to kill them, okay? I told you, this was my job.”
There was a pause and he could hear her zap something out of frustration. Whatever Daddy dearest was telling her, she wasn’t liking it. He couldn’t help but smirk a little to himself a little. Good. She deserved to suffer a little.
Her voice hitched up a little more, a mixture of pain and anger in her inflection. “No, you don’t need to send more agents. Look, I told you I’d finish the job, didn’t I? What happened to me being your best agent? The girl who you knew wouldn’t let you down, because I’m not a quitter? Why don’t you ever trust me?”
Sylar snorted at that one before calling out, “Probably because you’re a lying little snot who shouldn’t be trusted.”
At that Elle ripped the door open and glared at him, letting out a shock of electricity before going back to her call. It hurt like a bitch, but it was totally worth the annoyed look on her face.
“No, Daddy, it was nothing. He’s just being cranky.” She gave out an exasperated sigh. “Just give me another week, okay Daddy? Please? Dad-“ She frowned at her phone, looking like she wanted to throw it into a wall or something.
Sylar smirked again, sitting up in the bed now to look at her better. “What, did Daddy hang up on you? You poor thing,” he crooned in a faux concerned tone of voice. “He must have figured out you’re lying through your teeth about following his plans. Tell me, have you ever done what you’re told?”
She rolled her eyes. “Of course I have. You wouldn’t be Sylar if I hadn’t. Hell, you probably wouldn’t be alive if I hadn’t.”
He gritted his teeth at that comment. How dare she rub that in his face? Sometimes, he really had to wonder if he wanted him to kill her. Maybe. His hands clenched together at his sides as he tried to gather his thoughts. And then he smirked a little, realizing what angle he should be playing from. “When are you going to realize whether you follow the rules or not, you’re never going to make him love you?” He took a step closer to her now, placing a hand on her cheek. The words he spoke were soft, contradicting the meanness behind them. “No one’s ever going to love you, Elle. After all, the only thing you’ve ever done right is create a serial killer. Who could ever love a person like that?”
Elle’s eyes flashed in anger as she sparked dangerously. “Shut. Up.”
He winced and pulled his hand away, his dark eyes twinkling in amusement. It was nice to have the upper hand with her, for once. He flashed her another hollow smile. “What, did I strike a chord? Does the truth hurt Elle? Does it hurt knowing you’re completely unlovable?”
Elle’s lips curved into a dangerous smirk of her own. “Now, now, Gabriel, we both know that’s not completely true. After all, I made you love me, didn’t I? What does that say about you?”
He rolled his eyes, determined not to let her win so easily this time. He was tired of letting her win all the goddamn time. “I didn’t love you Elle. I just wanted to fuck you.” Not exactly the truth, if he was honest with himself, but like hell he was going to admit something like that to her. Weaknesses were best kept to himself. If there was anything she had taught him, it was that. To show weakness would only lead him to get hurt again. And he wasn’t stupid little Gabriel Gray, the naïve lovesick puppy of a watchmaker. She had made sure of that.
Elle closed the gap between them, wrapping her arms around his neck as she pressed her body up against him. She pushed herself up on the balls of her feet to whisper in his ear. “Well, Gabriel, if you want to fuck me so bad, why don’t you go ahead and do it already?”
He wanted to bite out another insult at her, tell her that he would die before screwing a whore like her, but his body moves on its own, as if he was possessed by something. Maybe it was a result of all her teasing, of sharing a bed with her, of spending all his time with her, never getting a moment’s peace, he wasn’t entirely sure what was the reason behind his actions at this point. But without giving it much thought at all, his mouth was suddenly on hers, harsh and angry, all teeth and tongue. There was no tenderness, no love in this kiss, just desire. Raw, possessive, angry desire. It was almost animalistic.
Elle giggled against his lips as she returned the kiss, sparking and willing. She was so tiny against him, it could be so easy to crush her. She fit against him almost perfectly, her small body curving against his much larger one.
The electricity burned his lips, tingled them even, but he could care less about tiny details like that right now. His hands pawed all over, her shoulders, her hips, her breasts, trying to posses as much as he could. Take as much as he wanted from her. He hadn’t even realized just how much he wanted her until this moment.
It was all going so well until his hands drifted to her pajama bottoms, attempting to tug them down. That was when Elle shocked him and pulled away, a smirk playing on her lips. “As fun as this is Gabriel, and believe me, it is fun, we need to be heading back on the road soon. We don’t want to waste our day fucking in bed like rabbits, do we?”
At the moment, he kind of did. He was painfully hard and all he wanted to do was slam her into the wall and take her right there and then, but he just shook his head. “Of course not,” His words were short and clipped, not even trying to hide his frustration.
Elle grinned, leaning up to press one last teasing kiss against his lips before pulling away. “I’m glad we’re in agreement then. “
One of these days. Straight to the moon.
Rating: NC-17 (Eventually)
Summary: The sequel to Devil In A Miniskirt. Elle and Sylar’s roadtrip to New York. AU take on Season 2. Chapter 3: Elle gets a call from Daddy, and Sylar tries to get the upperhand.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Sylar stirred in the morning not from the sound of her phone going off but rather, the lack of warmth from her no longer lying on top of him. He wasn’t surprised he missed the phone, really. With the lack of his enhanced hearing, everything seemed so…quiet now. Except Elle. She was always loud and annoying. Even now, with the door to the bathroom closed, he could hear her pretty well.
“Daddy, look, I didn’t have any choice but to kill them, okay? I told you, this was my job.”
There was a pause and he could hear her zap something out of frustration. Whatever Daddy dearest was telling her, she wasn’t liking it. He couldn’t help but smirk a little to himself a little. Good. She deserved to suffer a little.
Her voice hitched up a little more, a mixture of pain and anger in her inflection. “No, you don’t need to send more agents. Look, I told you I’d finish the job, didn’t I? What happened to me being your best agent? The girl who you knew wouldn’t let you down, because I’m not a quitter? Why don’t you ever trust me?”
Sylar snorted at that one before calling out, “Probably because you’re a lying little snot who shouldn’t be trusted.”
At that Elle ripped the door open and glared at him, letting out a shock of electricity before going back to her call. It hurt like a bitch, but it was totally worth the annoyed look on her face.
“No, Daddy, it was nothing. He’s just being cranky.” She gave out an exasperated sigh. “Just give me another week, okay Daddy? Please? Dad-“ She frowned at her phone, looking like she wanted to throw it into a wall or something.
Sylar smirked again, sitting up in the bed now to look at her better. “What, did Daddy hang up on you? You poor thing,” he crooned in a faux concerned tone of voice. “He must have figured out you’re lying through your teeth about following his plans. Tell me, have you ever done what you’re told?”
She rolled her eyes. “Of course I have. You wouldn’t be Sylar if I hadn’t. Hell, you probably wouldn’t be alive if I hadn’t.”
He gritted his teeth at that comment. How dare she rub that in his face? Sometimes, he really had to wonder if he wanted him to kill her. Maybe. His hands clenched together at his sides as he tried to gather his thoughts. And then he smirked a little, realizing what angle he should be playing from. “When are you going to realize whether you follow the rules or not, you’re never going to make him love you?” He took a step closer to her now, placing a hand on her cheek. The words he spoke were soft, contradicting the meanness behind them. “No one’s ever going to love you, Elle. After all, the only thing you’ve ever done right is create a serial killer. Who could ever love a person like that?”
Elle’s eyes flashed in anger as she sparked dangerously. “Shut. Up.”
He winced and pulled his hand away, his dark eyes twinkling in amusement. It was nice to have the upper hand with her, for once. He flashed her another hollow smile. “What, did I strike a chord? Does the truth hurt Elle? Does it hurt knowing you’re completely unlovable?”
Elle’s lips curved into a dangerous smirk of her own. “Now, now, Gabriel, we both know that’s not completely true. After all, I made you love me, didn’t I? What does that say about you?”
He rolled his eyes, determined not to let her win so easily this time. He was tired of letting her win all the goddamn time. “I didn’t love you Elle. I just wanted to fuck you.” Not exactly the truth, if he was honest with himself, but like hell he was going to admit something like that to her. Weaknesses were best kept to himself. If there was anything she had taught him, it was that. To show weakness would only lead him to get hurt again. And he wasn’t stupid little Gabriel Gray, the naïve lovesick puppy of a watchmaker. She had made sure of that.
Elle closed the gap between them, wrapping her arms around his neck as she pressed her body up against him. She pushed herself up on the balls of her feet to whisper in his ear. “Well, Gabriel, if you want to fuck me so bad, why don’t you go ahead and do it already?”
He wanted to bite out another insult at her, tell her that he would die before screwing a whore like her, but his body moves on its own, as if he was possessed by something. Maybe it was a result of all her teasing, of sharing a bed with her, of spending all his time with her, never getting a moment’s peace, he wasn’t entirely sure what was the reason behind his actions at this point. But without giving it much thought at all, his mouth was suddenly on hers, harsh and angry, all teeth and tongue. There was no tenderness, no love in this kiss, just desire. Raw, possessive, angry desire. It was almost animalistic.
Elle giggled against his lips as she returned the kiss, sparking and willing. She was so tiny against him, it could be so easy to crush her. She fit against him almost perfectly, her small body curving against his much larger one.
The electricity burned his lips, tingled them even, but he could care less about tiny details like that right now. His hands pawed all over, her shoulders, her hips, her breasts, trying to posses as much as he could. Take as much as he wanted from her. He hadn’t even realized just how much he wanted her until this moment.
It was all going so well until his hands drifted to her pajama bottoms, attempting to tug them down. That was when Elle shocked him and pulled away, a smirk playing on her lips. “As fun as this is Gabriel, and believe me, it is fun, we need to be heading back on the road soon. We don’t want to waste our day fucking in bed like rabbits, do we?”
At the moment, he kind of did. He was painfully hard and all he wanted to do was slam her into the wall and take her right there and then, but he just shook his head. “Of course not,” His words were short and clipped, not even trying to hide his frustration.
Elle grinned, leaning up to press one last teasing kiss against his lips before pulling away. “I’m glad we’re in agreement then. “
One of these days. Straight to the moon.