Fun, Fun, Fun - Sylar/Elle - [1/1] - R
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Title: Fun, Fun, Fun
Author:
force_oblique
Rating: R for sexual allusions/situations, not graphic though
Disclaimer: I dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Elle/Sylar
Word Count: 1035
Summary:Sylar captures Elle and plans to have a little fun with her.
Author's Notes:This is written for Dee
dana_serenity.
It turned slightly erotic, not that I would know, since I suck at smut but here it is...
English is not my native language so excuse the crappiness!
Crossposted at
elle_tric,
heroes_fic,
heroes_sylar,
sylarelle
Fun, Fun, Fun
She felt like feathers, velvety and elusive. When he lifted her up in his arms she felt too light, too insubstantial even. As if she wasn’t even there.
Rarely had he seen such frailty and even though in the past when he still grudgingly called himself “Gabriel” he looked weak, he knew weak was something he never was.
He was pathetic since he hadn’t grasped or pursued his destiny yet, but weak? Never.
It made him almost feel sorry for her but then he remembered that she was probably just like him. She just appeared fragile. Her jolts had caused him a lot of trouble in the past and even now.
As he leaned back on the driver’s seat in his car, he let her face fall on his lap. Blonde locks spread wide against the creases of his pants. It made him laugh. If anyone saw them, they would think they were just a couple being naughty.
Of course, he wanted to be naughty. Or evil or a combination of those two. It’d been a while since ha had last had some fun and no one would blame him for that. No that he would care anyways. He was already wanted for murder. What’s one more charge?
He carefully placed his palm on her face, smoothing out her hair, pulling it out of her face. She looked peaceful. Pink lips, even, perfect skin, cute little ears.
She really was beautiful. He hadn’t noticed before but she was. No one would believe that she was a psychopath just like him. She was just a little girl, innocent and clueless making her way in the world.
Would he be the one to interrupt her route?
The thought made him giggle. Sylar the interrupter…
Wow that sounded as if he were rude. But he was never rude. He only killed, he had no desire to be rude. He just took what was his.
He was so immersed in his thoughts he hardly noticed her small frame wiggling.
“What the hell?” Elle’s voice was heard as she woke up to find her face buried in his lap. “You perve!” she said as she was already flexing her wrists to shock him.
“Ah- ah-ah” he chided. “Be nice or I will crash all the bones in your body”
She hesitated and turned to look at him, her blue eyes, hard steel looking into his.
“What do you want? And you better not say sex! Because that is out of the question”
He snickered.
“Why? Are you saving yourself for Peter?” he raised his eyebrows at her indicating he was enjoying himself. “You still think he is coming back for you?”
“That’s none of your business, now, is it? You sociopath!”
“It takes one to know one, doesn’t it Elle?” he countered and went on.
“No, the thought of sex hadn’t crossed my mind, but now that you mention it and keep fidgeting in my lap over my cock, it wouldn’t be a surprise if I thought about it, now, would it?”
Elle held still in a second, scoffed but kept silent.
I bet you are wondering what I want…” he started.
“Give the boy a cookie” she grinned.
“Actually, I was thinking that maybe you could give me the cookie”
“What?” Elle couldn’t think anymore. Her heart was throbbing inside her chest, not sure if it should combust and save herself the agony or if it should match the throbbing underneath her back. The throbbing of his cock that called out to her and made it clear that he was aroused.
“The reason you are here, the reason you are still alive is because I have a use for you.” He stressed, lowering his face to hers, inhaling her perfume.
“Is that so? And what use would that be?” She teased him moistening her lips with her tongue in the way she had seen in films, where the heroine wanted to seduce the hero.
Not that it would take that much of an effort. Elle could tell he was already hard.
“I want to destroy the Company. And who knows her way around that place better than you do?”
Elle’s face dropped. “Oh” she just said.
“What’s the matter baby? Perhaps you wanted it to be sex after all?”
“Oh please! Don’t flatter yourself. What makes you think that I would go against my father like this?”
“I know you, Elle. I understand you. You hate being treated like a little girl, a nuisance. You want to be treated like a woman.”
“Keep going” she urged him.
“Well if you want to be treated like a woman, you have to start acting like one. You need to start taking your own decisions and you need to…” Sylar initiated lowering his voice.
“And I need to start having me some sex!” she finished and sat up to kiss him.
He eagerly sucked her lips while his hands roamed over her body. His warm touch sent shivers down her spine.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and his masculine scent almost drove her mad.
For years she had wanted to feel wanted and desirable. She wanted to live life to the fullest, not having anyone ordering her around and telling her what to do.
And that’s what Daddy did all the time.
So, maybe it was time to break the chains, break free, be herself without the fear of being judged or criticized.
And Sylar was someone who would never do that. Never criticize.
The more Elle thought about it, the better a solution Sylar appeared to be.
Breaking off their kiss to Sylar’s disappointment, she stood up and turned to him, sitting on his lap, her legs on either side of him.
She could feel his erection pressing against her panties and for once she was happy she had worn a dress. Convenient …
The sound of her own breathing was only overshadowed by his own heavy one as he lowered his face to her cleavage, licking and kissing her skin, while his hands were already unzipping her dress.
“So what do you say, baby?” he whispered in her ear.
“I say hell yeah! Fun, fun, fun!!!”
~ Fin ~
Author:
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Rating: R for sexual allusions/situations, not graphic though
Disclaimer: I dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Elle/Sylar
Word Count: 1035
Summary:Sylar captures Elle and plans to have a little fun with her.
Author's Notes:This is written for Dee
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
It turned slightly erotic, not that I would know, since I suck at smut but here it is...
English is not my native language so excuse the crappiness!
Crossposted at
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Fun, Fun, Fun
She felt like feathers, velvety and elusive. When he lifted her up in his arms she felt too light, too insubstantial even. As if she wasn’t even there.
Rarely had he seen such frailty and even though in the past when he still grudgingly called himself “Gabriel” he looked weak, he knew weak was something he never was.
He was pathetic since he hadn’t grasped or pursued his destiny yet, but weak? Never.
It made him almost feel sorry for her but then he remembered that she was probably just like him. She just appeared fragile. Her jolts had caused him a lot of trouble in the past and even now.
As he leaned back on the driver’s seat in his car, he let her face fall on his lap. Blonde locks spread wide against the creases of his pants. It made him laugh. If anyone saw them, they would think they were just a couple being naughty.
Of course, he wanted to be naughty. Or evil or a combination of those two. It’d been a while since ha had last had some fun and no one would blame him for that. No that he would care anyways. He was already wanted for murder. What’s one more charge?
He carefully placed his palm on her face, smoothing out her hair, pulling it out of her face. She looked peaceful. Pink lips, even, perfect skin, cute little ears.
She really was beautiful. He hadn’t noticed before but she was. No one would believe that she was a psychopath just like him. She was just a little girl, innocent and clueless making her way in the world.
Would he be the one to interrupt her route?
The thought made him giggle. Sylar the interrupter…
Wow that sounded as if he were rude. But he was never rude. He only killed, he had no desire to be rude. He just took what was his.
He was so immersed in his thoughts he hardly noticed her small frame wiggling.
“What the hell?” Elle’s voice was heard as she woke up to find her face buried in his lap. “You perve!” she said as she was already flexing her wrists to shock him.
“Ah- ah-ah” he chided. “Be nice or I will crash all the bones in your body”
She hesitated and turned to look at him, her blue eyes, hard steel looking into his.
“What do you want? And you better not say sex! Because that is out of the question”
He snickered.
“Why? Are you saving yourself for Peter?” he raised his eyebrows at her indicating he was enjoying himself. “You still think he is coming back for you?”
“That’s none of your business, now, is it? You sociopath!”
“It takes one to know one, doesn’t it Elle?” he countered and went on.
“No, the thought of sex hadn’t crossed my mind, but now that you mention it and keep fidgeting in my lap over my cock, it wouldn’t be a surprise if I thought about it, now, would it?”
Elle held still in a second, scoffed but kept silent.
I bet you are wondering what I want…” he started.
“Give the boy a cookie” she grinned.
“Actually, I was thinking that maybe you could give me the cookie”
“What?” Elle couldn’t think anymore. Her heart was throbbing inside her chest, not sure if it should combust and save herself the agony or if it should match the throbbing underneath her back. The throbbing of his cock that called out to her and made it clear that he was aroused.
“The reason you are here, the reason you are still alive is because I have a use for you.” He stressed, lowering his face to hers, inhaling her perfume.
“Is that so? And what use would that be?” She teased him moistening her lips with her tongue in the way she had seen in films, where the heroine wanted to seduce the hero.
Not that it would take that much of an effort. Elle could tell he was already hard.
“I want to destroy the Company. And who knows her way around that place better than you do?”
Elle’s face dropped. “Oh” she just said.
“What’s the matter baby? Perhaps you wanted it to be sex after all?”
“Oh please! Don’t flatter yourself. What makes you think that I would go against my father like this?”
“I know you, Elle. I understand you. You hate being treated like a little girl, a nuisance. You want to be treated like a woman.”
“Keep going” she urged him.
“Well if you want to be treated like a woman, you have to start acting like one. You need to start taking your own decisions and you need to…” Sylar initiated lowering his voice.
“And I need to start having me some sex!” she finished and sat up to kiss him.
He eagerly sucked her lips while his hands roamed over her body. His warm touch sent shivers down her spine.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and his masculine scent almost drove her mad.
For years she had wanted to feel wanted and desirable. She wanted to live life to the fullest, not having anyone ordering her around and telling her what to do.
And that’s what Daddy did all the time.
So, maybe it was time to break the chains, break free, be herself without the fear of being judged or criticized.
And Sylar was someone who would never do that. Never criticize.
The more Elle thought about it, the better a solution Sylar appeared to be.
Breaking off their kiss to Sylar’s disappointment, she stood up and turned to him, sitting on his lap, her legs on either side of him.
She could feel his erection pressing against her panties and for once she was happy she had worn a dress. Convenient …
The sound of her own breathing was only overshadowed by his own heavy one as he lowered his face to her cleavage, licking and kissing her skin, while his hands were already unzipping her dress.
“So what do you say, baby?” he whispered in her ear.
“I say hell yeah! Fun, fun, fun!!!”
~ Fin ~