Fanfction: Heroes: Scarlet's Walk (Chapter 6)
Title: Scarlet’s Walk (Chapter 6)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The sequel to Devil In A Miniskirt. Elle and Sylar’s roadtrip to New York. AU take on Season 2. Chapter 6: After Sylar’s stint at the four corners, Elle takes back control of things.
Author’s note: Thanks goes to stainofmylove for the beta!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Sylar woke up the next morning inside their hotel room with his hands handcuffed to the frame of the bed. He struggled slightly against the restraints, but they wouldn’t give. His bleary eyes began to sharpen, and he focused on Elle sitting on the foot of the bed looking like the cat that swallowed the fucking canary.
“What the hell is this about?” The ropes from before were being used to tie his legs to the foot of the bed, making it very hard for him to move much at all. Which meant she had something planned. Which never meant anything good for him.
“I thought it was time for another lesson,” Elle chirped out with a grin that was anything but kind. Sylar couldn’t help but smirk at her. Clearly he had gotten to her earlier, so she was trying to take back control now. He had to admit, he was almost curious to what she had planned for him.
“And what exactly did you have in mind?” He asked with a raised brow. He wondered if this lesson would have something to do with sex. It seemed like a lot of them were. And yet she was still the biggest cocktease he knew. How did that even work?
Elle shifted herself, climbing on top of him. She faced him, swinging one leg over each side so that he could get a perfect view of a small little detail: she wasn’t wearing underwear. Well, at least he was right about something. There was at least that to be glad of, he supposed.
“Today’s lesson is going to be about watching someone do something you want to do, but being unable to do it yourself. Kind of like the lesson where I was using my powers in front of you, but not quite.” She smirked, sliding her hand underneath her skirt.
He held his breath, refusing to gasp at the sight, feeling himself harden in arousal despite himself. He didn’t want her to know just how much he was enjoying the view she was giving him, but apparently his body had other ideas about that course of action. Stupid biological reactions.
Elle’s fingers brushed against her soft blonde curls, teasing herself as much as she was teasing him. He imagined himself in her place, his large fingers pushing past her entrance, forcing her, stretching her. Making her fit around him. He almost groaned out just from the thought of it.
“Do you like what you see?” Elle asked, practically purring as her bright blues eyes watched him with delight. She clearly enjoyed things like this a little too much, kind of like how much he enjoyed taking powers from other people. “Do you wish you could touch me like this?” Her body tensing slightly as she slipped two fingers inside of her. She swirled them around for a moment or two before removing them. She leaned over Sylar now, holding her wet fingers up in front of him. The scent alone was enough to drive the serial killer wild. “Do you want me?”
“What do you think?” He growled out in frustration. He pulled against the confines, just enough so he could take her fingers into his mouth, sucking off her juices. Despite himself, he wanted more, and he sunk his teeth into the skin of her fingers, smirking to himself as the coppery taste of her blood passed his tongue.
Elle frowned and shocked him before pulling her fingers away. “Am I going to have to get you a muzzle or something? I swear, you’re just like an animal.” But even though her words were disdainful, her expression seemed amused. Like they were playing a game. Maybe she liked playing rough. It was hard to know with her, really.
“I think you like it.” He challenged her with a smirk on his lips. “I think you’d like nothing better than for me to throw you against some wall somewhere and fuck you senseless.”
Elle dove her fingers back down inside of her, bucking against them slightly. “See, that’s where you’re wrong, Gabriel,” Her breathing became more shallow as she moved her fingers in and out of her entrance, building up a momentum. “I want more than sex from you. I want everything: Your heart, your soul, your obsessive fixation, not just your body. That’s not enough for me. If wanted to just get off,” She paused for a moment, flicking her thumb against her clit, shocking it slightly as she moaned out. And then she continued, “If I wanted to just get off, as you can see, I’m more than capable of doing it myself.”
“And what if it doesn’t work to plan? What if I don’t fall in love with you, what then? Do you plan on just trying to keep me around anyways? Don’t forget Elle, as soon as I get my powers back, I won’t need you anymore, and what are you going to do when that day comes?”
“I guess I’m not too worried about it,” She managed to reply between soft moans as she rubbed against her clit in a furious fashion, her fingers pumping inside her. “After all, you loved me once,” She pointed out in a smug, matter of fact voice.
“No, I fell in love with a lie,” He snapped back, aware of just how painfully hard he was from her display. Despite his best efforts, he wanted her. He did, and it kind of killed him inside. Because he shouldn’t want her. She was dirty, filthy, a liar and a tramp. The exact type of girl his mother always warned him about when he was in high school. The sort of girl that chewed up the hearts of young boys and spit them out. A succubus.
But she was practically giving him a free show, doing what he had wanted to do to her since he first met her and his will was breaking.
“It wasn’t a complete lie,” She shocked herself again, causing her to buck against him. “Just…a lot of it was.” She shifted herself, climbing up so that she was positioned over his face. “The lesson’s over Gabriel. And the reward for being such a good boy today is that you get to finish me off.” There was sarcasm to her voice, but the offer seemed to be genuine.
“And what if I don’t want to?” He asked with a perked brow. He did, but that wasn’t the point.
“It’s your choice, I was just giving you the option. Don’t you miss what we used to have together? I do sometimes.” She shrugged her shoulders. She was about to shift and move away when she cried out, feeling his tongue brush against her clit. “See?” She purred knowingly. “I knew you’d come around.”
Normally, this was right around when Sylar would come back with some sort of snarky come back, but at the moment, he was a little preoccupied. His tongue dove deep inside her, lapping up the tastes of her depths. His teeth bit at her core, enjoying the way she moaned and twisted against him. And then finally, he hit the right spot and her back arched perfectly as she cried out, “Gabriel.”
He pulled away from her, growling. “My name is Sylar”
Elle laughed softly as she slid off to the other side of the bed, curling up next to him. “You say tomato, I say tamato. What’s the difference? A rose by any other name.”
“I’m not sweet.” He cut her off, a little horrified that she had started quoting Shakespeare of all things to him. Especially Romeo and Juliet.
“I bet you could be, if you tried,” Elle muttered softly with a little satiated yawn. “Let’s sleep in some more Gabriel. I’ve worn myself out.”
“But that’s where you’re wrong. You’re in love with a version of me that no l-“ but before he could even finish, Elle had fallen asleep.
Sylar sighed in frustration, but then closed his eyes in hopes of falling asleep as well.
When he finally drifted off, his dreams were filled with Elle. She was cool, fast, electric and burnt his skin with each encounter.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The sequel to Devil In A Miniskirt. Elle and Sylar’s roadtrip to New York. AU take on Season 2. Chapter 6: After Sylar’s stint at the four corners, Elle takes back control of things.
Author’s note: Thanks goes to stainofmylove for the beta!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Sylar woke up the next morning inside their hotel room with his hands handcuffed to the frame of the bed. He struggled slightly against the restraints, but they wouldn’t give. His bleary eyes began to sharpen, and he focused on Elle sitting on the foot of the bed looking like the cat that swallowed the fucking canary.
“What the hell is this about?” The ropes from before were being used to tie his legs to the foot of the bed, making it very hard for him to move much at all. Which meant she had something planned. Which never meant anything good for him.
“I thought it was time for another lesson,” Elle chirped out with a grin that was anything but kind. Sylar couldn’t help but smirk at her. Clearly he had gotten to her earlier, so she was trying to take back control now. He had to admit, he was almost curious to what she had planned for him.
“And what exactly did you have in mind?” He asked with a raised brow. He wondered if this lesson would have something to do with sex. It seemed like a lot of them were. And yet she was still the biggest cocktease he knew. How did that even work?
Elle shifted herself, climbing on top of him. She faced him, swinging one leg over each side so that he could get a perfect view of a small little detail: she wasn’t wearing underwear. Well, at least he was right about something. There was at least that to be glad of, he supposed.
“Today’s lesson is going to be about watching someone do something you want to do, but being unable to do it yourself. Kind of like the lesson where I was using my powers in front of you, but not quite.” She smirked, sliding her hand underneath her skirt.
He held his breath, refusing to gasp at the sight, feeling himself harden in arousal despite himself. He didn’t want her to know just how much he was enjoying the view she was giving him, but apparently his body had other ideas about that course of action. Stupid biological reactions.
Elle’s fingers brushed against her soft blonde curls, teasing herself as much as she was teasing him. He imagined himself in her place, his large fingers pushing past her entrance, forcing her, stretching her. Making her fit around him. He almost groaned out just from the thought of it.
“Do you like what you see?” Elle asked, practically purring as her bright blues eyes watched him with delight. She clearly enjoyed things like this a little too much, kind of like how much he enjoyed taking powers from other people. “Do you wish you could touch me like this?” Her body tensing slightly as she slipped two fingers inside of her. She swirled them around for a moment or two before removing them. She leaned over Sylar now, holding her wet fingers up in front of him. The scent alone was enough to drive the serial killer wild. “Do you want me?”
“What do you think?” He growled out in frustration. He pulled against the confines, just enough so he could take her fingers into his mouth, sucking off her juices. Despite himself, he wanted more, and he sunk his teeth into the skin of her fingers, smirking to himself as the coppery taste of her blood passed his tongue.
Elle frowned and shocked him before pulling her fingers away. “Am I going to have to get you a muzzle or something? I swear, you’re just like an animal.” But even though her words were disdainful, her expression seemed amused. Like they were playing a game. Maybe she liked playing rough. It was hard to know with her, really.
“I think you like it.” He challenged her with a smirk on his lips. “I think you’d like nothing better than for me to throw you against some wall somewhere and fuck you senseless.”
Elle dove her fingers back down inside of her, bucking against them slightly. “See, that’s where you’re wrong, Gabriel,” Her breathing became more shallow as she moved her fingers in and out of her entrance, building up a momentum. “I want more than sex from you. I want everything: Your heart, your soul, your obsessive fixation, not just your body. That’s not enough for me. If wanted to just get off,” She paused for a moment, flicking her thumb against her clit, shocking it slightly as she moaned out. And then she continued, “If I wanted to just get off, as you can see, I’m more than capable of doing it myself.”
“And what if it doesn’t work to plan? What if I don’t fall in love with you, what then? Do you plan on just trying to keep me around anyways? Don’t forget Elle, as soon as I get my powers back, I won’t need you anymore, and what are you going to do when that day comes?”
“I guess I’m not too worried about it,” She managed to reply between soft moans as she rubbed against her clit in a furious fashion, her fingers pumping inside her. “After all, you loved me once,” She pointed out in a smug, matter of fact voice.
“No, I fell in love with a lie,” He snapped back, aware of just how painfully hard he was from her display. Despite his best efforts, he wanted her. He did, and it kind of killed him inside. Because he shouldn’t want her. She was dirty, filthy, a liar and a tramp. The exact type of girl his mother always warned him about when he was in high school. The sort of girl that chewed up the hearts of young boys and spit them out. A succubus.
But she was practically giving him a free show, doing what he had wanted to do to her since he first met her and his will was breaking.
“It wasn’t a complete lie,” She shocked herself again, causing her to buck against him. “Just…a lot of it was.” She shifted herself, climbing up so that she was positioned over his face. “The lesson’s over Gabriel. And the reward for being such a good boy today is that you get to finish me off.” There was sarcasm to her voice, but the offer seemed to be genuine.
“And what if I don’t want to?” He asked with a perked brow. He did, but that wasn’t the point.
“It’s your choice, I was just giving you the option. Don’t you miss what we used to have together? I do sometimes.” She shrugged her shoulders. She was about to shift and move away when she cried out, feeling his tongue brush against her clit. “See?” She purred knowingly. “I knew you’d come around.”
Normally, this was right around when Sylar would come back with some sort of snarky come back, but at the moment, he was a little preoccupied. His tongue dove deep inside her, lapping up the tastes of her depths. His teeth bit at her core, enjoying the way she moaned and twisted against him. And then finally, he hit the right spot and her back arched perfectly as she cried out, “Gabriel.”
He pulled away from her, growling. “My name is Sylar”
Elle laughed softly as she slid off to the other side of the bed, curling up next to him. “You say tomato, I say tamato. What’s the difference? A rose by any other name.”
“I’m not sweet.” He cut her off, a little horrified that she had started quoting Shakespeare of all things to him. Especially Romeo and Juliet.
“I bet you could be, if you tried,” Elle muttered softly with a little satiated yawn. “Let’s sleep in some more Gabriel. I’ve worn myself out.”
“But that’s where you’re wrong. You’re in love with a version of me that no l-“ but before he could even finish, Elle had fallen asleep.
Sylar sighed in frustration, but then closed his eyes in hopes of falling asleep as well.
When he finally drifted off, his dreams were filled with Elle. She was cool, fast, electric and burnt his skin with each encounter.