Manipulation
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flwrpwr_vampyreTitle: Manipulation
Pairing/Characters: Elle/Sylar
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Reasonably realistic sex
Disclaimer: I obviously don’t own Heroes.
Summary: It's simple really, she just wants to have sex with him. And she always gets what she wants.
Notes: Set during Sylar's imprisonment in S1 and ignoring all of S3. Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
flying_monkees for beta'ing this for me. Written for the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mission_insane prompt: Against the Wall.
Elle stared at their new prisoner, fascinated. He didn't look dangerous, sitting on the pitiful excuse for a bed in the otherwise, unfurnished room. He knew she was there, she could tell, but he was ignoring her, which was good. She really didn't need to get in any more trouble. Daddy had finally let her out into the main building again. She really didn't see what the big deal was, that guard hadn't been anyone important.
She tapped her finger on the glass and giggled to herself, picturing a sign being taped there 'Please do not tap the glass, it will disturb the serial killer inside.' Then Sylar's head whipped around and their eyes met. Exhilaration shot through her at the intensity that burned in his gaze, she could feel how powerful he knew he was and she almost let go in her excitement. She took a couple of deep breaths and the crackle in her brain subsided.
The grin that spread across his face was creepy and Elle calmed down the rest of the way pretty quickly, a little scared. She remembered the pictures but still couldn't resist showing off a little, forming a little blue ball in her palm and then snuffing it out just as quickly. His expression turned envious and she felt smug, giving him her most innocent smile before strolling away.
When she returned a couple of days later she could tell he had been waiting for her and a pleased smile crossed her face. He stood, limping over to the window and looked up her and down. He was clearly judging her and Elle preened a little, uncaring.
“You're dressed like a whore,” he growled and she shivered. God but he had such a sexy voice. She wondered if he knew that and shrugged to herself, smoothing down her blue blouse.
“Better then being dressed like a science experiment,” she pointed out and then added, as an afterthought, “although most of them don't look quite so good in that get-up.” His eyebrows shot up and she giggled. They were quite impressive and she was curious what he'd do if she tried to pet them.
“You don't believe me?” she inquired, settling down so they were face-to-face. She touched her fingers to the glass and watched as his expression warred between being furious and flattered before settling on furious.
“You're broken.”
“No, I'm not!” Elle was a little taken back. She'd suspected people said this behind her back but no one -with the exception of the shrinks- had ever said it to her face. “You are. Unless... Are you propositioning me? If so, I'm very, very broken and I need to be fixed...”
Now he really did look shocked. “No I'm no- Why the hell would I- What is wrong with you?”
“Nothing is wrong with me,” She smiled brightly at him. “As for why, well, because you want to have sex with me, obviously.”
A glimmer of that creepy grin flashed across his face and she tsk'd at him, shaking her head.
“Don't be silly, even if you did kill me and get in my brain your power doesn't work here. But... If you make me happy, I might just have information to help you.”
She stood and let Sylar think while she looked him over. He really did look good, the white t-shirt and drawstring pants showing off the lean form underneath them. He ran a hand through his shorn hair and she admired the play of muscles the action revealed.
“Fine,” he finally agreed, looking surly and she smiled triumphantly, swallowing the giggle at how put out he looked. She'd never come across anyone so reluctant to have sex.
Elle let herself into his room and slipped behind the partition where the shower and toilet were hidden. She was mostly undressed by the time he joined her and he watched silently as she finished. The last thing she slipped off were her heels and his lips twitched, clearly holding back his amusement.
“I know, I'm short,” she said crossly, before forgetting her annoyance and attacking the drawstring on his pants with nimble fingers. She worked them down as he pulled off his shirt and stepped out of them in one smooth movement. They stood for a second just looking at each other, Elle smirking at his hardening length before he made a sudden movement at her and she let out a little scream in spite of herself.
She felt a little embarrassed when all he did was impatiently push her against the wall and gracefully slide down so he was kneeling. Sylar was looking inordinately pleased with himself at her fright and she scowled at him. Then he spread her legs and licked and pleasure crackled over her like lightning.
She bit back a shriek, her fingers curling against the wall as he roughly worked her over. His tongue dipped inside to taste her and at the shudders that wracked her body he repeated the motion over and over until she was jerking helplessly, crying out.
She finally managed to gasp out “Stop,” and half-heartedly push against his head. Sylar pulled back, looking up at her with a confused expression on his face that Elle ignored as she sagged back against the wall, catching her breath.
“I don't want to zap you,” she said after she calmed down. “You'll scream, guards will come, it will be a complete mess. Plus I won't get my sex, which will be worse.”
Pushing himself back up he grinned down at her. “You really are a little thing,” he said and then he actually hooked his hands under her arms and hoisted her up. Her cry of outrage was choked off as his hands moved down to grasp her ass and hold her still as he slid into her. They both moaned and she got her revenge by sinking her teeth into his chest.
Sylar snarled down at her and she opened her eyes wide in pretend innocence as she wrapped her legs around him, hoping desperately that he wouldn't drop her. He didn't look fooled in the slightest, gripping her ass securely with hand and tweaking one of her nipples with the other until she yelled in pain, grinding her hips into him.
He made a whimpering noise and she repeated the motion, watching as his face twisted in pleasure, his hands ending up on her waist, fingers digging in as he pulled out, slamming back in. She bit her lip, trying to be quiet and he did it again, speeding up until she couldn't keep herself from crying out, pleasure coursing through her. Sylar was staring down at her, his face focused and she couldn't help reaching up and cupping his face in her hand, rubbing her thumb over the rough stubble along his jaw.
Elle let go quickly as he jerked his head back and she closed her eyes, blocking out the room and everything else as he fucked her hard enough to hurt. She pushed back against him, relishing the sound he made. It was like they were trying to outdo each other, Sylar sliding his hand between her legs and Elle maneuvering herself until she could reach, cupping his balls in her palm.
Sylar gasped something unintelligible and she leaned her head into his chest, moaning as he pressed his fingers against her, rubbing them in rough circles and she couldn't stop herself from moving into them. Trying not to get too caught up in the sensation she rolled his balls around, pressing a finger behind them and causing him to lose his rhythm as he groaned.
She licked a broad swipe across his nipple and then just sucked on it. It was a bit hairy but the rumbling noise he made deep in his chest was worth it. As she rubbed her finger a little farther back, moving over to the other nipple he cried out, slamming his hand into the wall. She would have slipped but he stiffened against her, pushing her against the wall as he came, shudders running through him.
They just rested like that for a couple of minutes after, just catching their breath. Elle finally pushed at him and he pulled out of her and eased her down, making her frown again. He turned so that he could lean against the wall and watched as she wiped herself down with some toilet paper before flushing it. She caught him staring and turned red.
“What, do I look like the kind of person that enjoys cum dripping out of me?” she snapped and he looked taken aback.
“You said you have information for me,” he said and she hid her smirk at his brusqueness, ignoring him while she got dressed. She felt way more comfortable once her shoes were on and she wasn't craning her head to look up at him. Plus being clothed while he was naked was a kind of power imbalance that was nice when you still barely came up to a guy's chin while wearing four inch heels.
“The information...” she said, drawing it out. “Ah yes. You remember the older Doctor Suresh of course. Well his little bitch, Eden, she's pissed at you. Royally so. Someone overheard her talking about making you kill yourself. Her power is persuasion, she can talk you into anything.”
She stopped. Sylar was staring at her kind of like she'd hit him in the face with a ton of bricks.
“She had a power?” he half whispered, sounding shocked. “Chandra's little neighbor girl?”
“That's what I'm telling you,” she said, annoyed. “You're Mr. Super Villain, correct? I figure if anyone can stop her you can.”
And Elle strolled over to the door and paused there, looking back over her shoulder. “And when you do get out of here, you'd better start thinking of ways to help me get out too.”
With that she walked out of the room, locking it behind her, not looking back again.
Pairing/Characters: Elle/Sylar
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Reasonably realistic sex
Disclaimer: I obviously don’t own Heroes.
Summary: It's simple really, she just wants to have sex with him. And she always gets what she wants.
Notes: Set during Sylar's imprisonment in S1 and ignoring all of S3. Many thanks to
flying_monkees for beta'ing this for me. Written for the mission_insane prompt: Against the Wall.Elle stared at their new prisoner, fascinated. He didn't look dangerous, sitting on the pitiful excuse for a bed in the otherwise, unfurnished room. He knew she was there, she could tell, but he was ignoring her, which was good. She really didn't need to get in any more trouble. Daddy had finally let her out into the main building again. She really didn't see what the big deal was, that guard hadn't been anyone important.
She tapped her finger on the glass and giggled to herself, picturing a sign being taped there 'Please do not tap the glass, it will disturb the serial killer inside.' Then Sylar's head whipped around and their eyes met. Exhilaration shot through her at the intensity that burned in his gaze, she could feel how powerful he knew he was and she almost let go in her excitement. She took a couple of deep breaths and the crackle in her brain subsided.
The grin that spread across his face was creepy and Elle calmed down the rest of the way pretty quickly, a little scared. She remembered the pictures but still couldn't resist showing off a little, forming a little blue ball in her palm and then snuffing it out just as quickly. His expression turned envious and she felt smug, giving him her most innocent smile before strolling away.
When she returned a couple of days later she could tell he had been waiting for her and a pleased smile crossed her face. He stood, limping over to the window and looked up her and down. He was clearly judging her and Elle preened a little, uncaring.
“You're dressed like a whore,” he growled and she shivered. God but he had such a sexy voice. She wondered if he knew that and shrugged to herself, smoothing down her blue blouse.
“Better then being dressed like a science experiment,” she pointed out and then added, as an afterthought, “although most of them don't look quite so good in that get-up.” His eyebrows shot up and she giggled. They were quite impressive and she was curious what he'd do if she tried to pet them.
“You don't believe me?” she inquired, settling down so they were face-to-face. She touched her fingers to the glass and watched as his expression warred between being furious and flattered before settling on furious.
“You're broken.”
“No, I'm not!” Elle was a little taken back. She'd suspected people said this behind her back but no one -with the exception of the shrinks- had ever said it to her face. “You are. Unless... Are you propositioning me? If so, I'm very, very broken and I need to be fixed...”
Now he really did look shocked. “No I'm no- Why the hell would I- What is wrong with you?”
“Nothing is wrong with me,” She smiled brightly at him. “As for why, well, because you want to have sex with me, obviously.”
A glimmer of that creepy grin flashed across his face and she tsk'd at him, shaking her head.
“Don't be silly, even if you did kill me and get in my brain your power doesn't work here. But... If you make me happy, I might just have information to help you.”
She stood and let Sylar think while she looked him over. He really did look good, the white t-shirt and drawstring pants showing off the lean form underneath them. He ran a hand through his shorn hair and she admired the play of muscles the action revealed.
“Fine,” he finally agreed, looking surly and she smiled triumphantly, swallowing the giggle at how put out he looked. She'd never come across anyone so reluctant to have sex.
Elle let herself into his room and slipped behind the partition where the shower and toilet were hidden. She was mostly undressed by the time he joined her and he watched silently as she finished. The last thing she slipped off were her heels and his lips twitched, clearly holding back his amusement.
“I know, I'm short,” she said crossly, before forgetting her annoyance and attacking the drawstring on his pants with nimble fingers. She worked them down as he pulled off his shirt and stepped out of them in one smooth movement. They stood for a second just looking at each other, Elle smirking at his hardening length before he made a sudden movement at her and she let out a little scream in spite of herself.
She felt a little embarrassed when all he did was impatiently push her against the wall and gracefully slide down so he was kneeling. Sylar was looking inordinately pleased with himself at her fright and she scowled at him. Then he spread her legs and licked and pleasure crackled over her like lightning.
She bit back a shriek, her fingers curling against the wall as he roughly worked her over. His tongue dipped inside to taste her and at the shudders that wracked her body he repeated the motion over and over until she was jerking helplessly, crying out.
She finally managed to gasp out “Stop,” and half-heartedly push against his head. Sylar pulled back, looking up at her with a confused expression on his face that Elle ignored as she sagged back against the wall, catching her breath.
“I don't want to zap you,” she said after she calmed down. “You'll scream, guards will come, it will be a complete mess. Plus I won't get my sex, which will be worse.”
Pushing himself back up he grinned down at her. “You really are a little thing,” he said and then he actually hooked his hands under her arms and hoisted her up. Her cry of outrage was choked off as his hands moved down to grasp her ass and hold her still as he slid into her. They both moaned and she got her revenge by sinking her teeth into his chest.
Sylar snarled down at her and she opened her eyes wide in pretend innocence as she wrapped her legs around him, hoping desperately that he wouldn't drop her. He didn't look fooled in the slightest, gripping her ass securely with hand and tweaking one of her nipples with the other until she yelled in pain, grinding her hips into him.
He made a whimpering noise and she repeated the motion, watching as his face twisted in pleasure, his hands ending up on her waist, fingers digging in as he pulled out, slamming back in. She bit her lip, trying to be quiet and he did it again, speeding up until she couldn't keep herself from crying out, pleasure coursing through her. Sylar was staring down at her, his face focused and she couldn't help reaching up and cupping his face in her hand, rubbing her thumb over the rough stubble along his jaw.
Elle let go quickly as he jerked his head back and she closed her eyes, blocking out the room and everything else as he fucked her hard enough to hurt. She pushed back against him, relishing the sound he made. It was like they were trying to outdo each other, Sylar sliding his hand between her legs and Elle maneuvering herself until she could reach, cupping his balls in her palm.
Sylar gasped something unintelligible and she leaned her head into his chest, moaning as he pressed his fingers against her, rubbing them in rough circles and she couldn't stop herself from moving into them. Trying not to get too caught up in the sensation she rolled his balls around, pressing a finger behind them and causing him to lose his rhythm as he groaned.
She licked a broad swipe across his nipple and then just sucked on it. It was a bit hairy but the rumbling noise he made deep in his chest was worth it. As she rubbed her finger a little farther back, moving over to the other nipple he cried out, slamming his hand into the wall. She would have slipped but he stiffened against her, pushing her against the wall as he came, shudders running through him.
They just rested like that for a couple of minutes after, just catching their breath. Elle finally pushed at him and he pulled out of her and eased her down, making her frown again. He turned so that he could lean against the wall and watched as she wiped herself down with some toilet paper before flushing it. She caught him staring and turned red.
“What, do I look like the kind of person that enjoys cum dripping out of me?” she snapped and he looked taken aback.
“You said you have information for me,” he said and she hid her smirk at his brusqueness, ignoring him while she got dressed. She felt way more comfortable once her shoes were on and she wasn't craning her head to look up at him. Plus being clothed while he was naked was a kind of power imbalance that was nice when you still barely came up to a guy's chin while wearing four inch heels.
“The information...” she said, drawing it out. “Ah yes. You remember the older Doctor Suresh of course. Well his little bitch, Eden, she's pissed at you. Royally so. Someone overheard her talking about making you kill yourself. Her power is persuasion, she can talk you into anything.”
She stopped. Sylar was staring at her kind of like she'd hit him in the face with a ton of bricks.
“She had a power?” he half whispered, sounding shocked. “Chandra's little neighbor girl?”
“That's what I'm telling you,” she said, annoyed. “You're Mr. Super Villain, correct? I figure if anyone can stop her you can.”
And Elle strolled over to the door and paused there, looking back over her shoulder. “And when you do get out of here, you'd better start thinking of ways to help me get out too.”
With that she walked out of the room, locking it behind her, not looking back again.