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AUTHOR: dragynflies
PAIRING: Peter/Elle/Sylar/Mohinder, Peter/Elle, Sylar/Elle
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: Heroes cast is not mine
SUMMARY: For faded_facade who deserves a lot more than porn.
This takes place kind of in the current timeline with a few variations. Mostly, it's an excuse for a foursome.
They were a strange group. The details of how the four of them ended up together during Nathan’s reign of terror against people with abilities are fuzzy even to them - Mohinder and Peter ended up together first, victims of the initial roundup and subsequent plane crash.
Sylar joined them later. He didn’t say much in the beginning and neither Peter nor Mohinder were all that keen on having him stay with them. But he looked so disappointed and…miserable that they didn’t have the heart to turn him away. His story came out later - meeting his real father and finding out that he was a horrible replica of a pathetic shell of a man had done a pretty solid number on him, and eventually the twosome became a threesome - a mismatched grouping of people who had no one else.
Elle came last, surprising the hell out of everyone. She’d managed to fly under Nathan’s radar long enough to be directed towards Peter by Rebel, communicating through text messages. When she’d shown up at their doorstep, soaking wet and clearly miserable, Mohinder had rushed her inside while Sylar stared in horror.
Turned out Elle was a little more scrappy than anyone had given her credit for, though she couldn’t give a clear account as to how she’d gone from beachside barbeque to the hospital bed where she’d woken up.
She spent most of her time with Peter, curled up in his arms like a kitten. The scar across her forehead told her story better than any words could have, and Sylar retreated to his room, away from them. Elle’s arrival had thrown off the tentative, budding friendship between the three men, but none of them had any place better to go or the heart to make anyone else leave, so everyone just stayed.
It wasn’t until the touches and the cuddles between Elle and Peter got a little more involved that Mohinder even cared to take notice. Now instead of hugs, there were kisses and shared beds. Elle’s teasing smile came back and she started sneaking into Mohinder’s room to wake him with playful shocks.
She never shocked Sylar.
It was strange, how Elle’s behavior seemed to dictate the rest of the house. When she was happy, everyone else was more at ease…and when she wasn’t happy, Peter was always there to take care of her.
It was late in the night when Mohinder finally made his way up the dark stairs to his bedroom. They had to figure out something between the four of them - some way to bring Nathan down without sacrificing any more specials. He was exhausted and angry…and therefore nearly missed the light streaming out from Elle’s door and the breathy gasps coming from the room.
He knew immediately what was going on, but couldn’t resist cracking the door just enough to peer inside. Elle’s lithe body was thrown over the bed sideways, so that her head hung off one side of the bed while Peter held her hips in a vice grip.
“Harder,” she demanded, and Peter complied, thrusting into her so hard her eyes flew open in delight…
Just in time to catch Mohinder, standing in the doorway, shocked.
“Mohinder,” Elle purred, and Peter glanced up from Elle’s body without breaking rhythm, “You wanna play?”
He shook his head and tried to step back, but Elle arched her back, sending a spray of electricity towards the door before opening her perfect mouth and running her tongue across her pink lips.
“Mohinder,” she repeated, and she didn’t have to say any more. Mohinder staggered over to the bed and dropped to his knees in front of Elle without even asking Peter if he minded.
He clearly didn’t, because he was wrapped up in fucking Elle, and only spared Mohinder a momentary glance as the man dropped his pants just far enough for Elle to get her lips around his cock.
“Ohh, Elle,” Mohinder moaned, cupping the back of her head and tangling his fingers in her hair, “Fuck.”
Elle purred around him, curling her tongue around the head of his throbbing cock before swallowing him as deep as she could and sucking hard. Mohinder inhaled sharply, clutching at the bed with his free hand as stars danced before his eyes. It had been so long since anyone had touched him, and Elle’s talented mouth was nearly his undoing.
Peter grunted as he neared orgasm, reaching between them to rub frantically at Elle’s clit, trying to bring her to orgasm before he lost it completely.
“Elle, please,” he panted, and Elle’s eyes slammed shut as she arched her hips, trying to rub just a little harder against Peter without breaking the rhythm Mohinder has established. She closed her lips around his cock, increasing the friction as he thrust in and out of her mouth.
Peter came first, spilling his seed into Elle’s willing body. She sighed in disappointment, one hand snaking down between her legs, rubbing quick little circles over her clit just as Mohinder gasped out her name. She swallowed him down and he stood up, brushing his fingers over her cheeks before moving to kneel between her legs as Peter crawled across the bed to lap at her nipples.
Elle left her head hang over the side of the bed while Mohinder’s head dipped between her legs. Her orgasm was thrumming under her skin, making her ache and shudder, and she was nearly frantic with the need to come. Her eyes were closed, forehead knitted in concentration as Peter’s mouth worked at her nipples, Mohinder’s tongue around her clit.
It was why she never saw Sylar standing the door, abject longing on his face. He moved towards them silently, touching Mohinder’s shoulder until the man replaced his tongue with two fingers deep inside Elle and glanced up. At Sylar’s expression, Mohinder slid away from Elle, who whined lowly as his fingers left her.
Sylar knelt down, taking Mohinder’s place and kissing the inside of Elle’s leg before licking her slowly. Elle’s body shuddered, and she let out a keening moan as Sylar tongued her clit.
“Mohinder,” she pleaded, reaching down to twine her fingers in his hair, “Mohinder, please…”
Sylar growled and Elle’s entire body froze, her fingers still tangled in his hair. She lifted her head just as Sylar crawled up her body, covering her. She met his gaze with wide eyes, remembering the last time she’d allowed herself to be in this position with him.
Peter scooted back on the bed, away from the couple, glancing nervously towards Mohinder. The tension practically crackled, so thick in the room Mohinder could practically taste it.
Then they were kissing, a tangle of limbs and eager lips as Sylar rolled over, clutching Elle against his chest as their tongues dueled. Elle cried out against his mouth as he cupped the curve of her ass with his palm, grinding his erection against the apex of her thighs.
“Elle,” Sylar groaned her name and Elle responded in kind, reaching between them to push Sylar’s boxers off his legs before she straddled his legs, pushing her naked pussy against him, “Oh god, Elle, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m…”
Elle silenced his panted apologizes with a bruising kiss, sinking down onto him and rocking in earnest, riding him hard.
“Don’t talk,” she ordered, pulling away from his lips to get a better angle, “Just fuck me.”
Sylar gripped her hips, bucking his hips up, thrusting deeper into her just as she came, crying out his name. He reached for her, brushing her hair away from her sweaty forehead tenderly. Elle smiled, sated and content.
“Don’t kill me again,” she ordered, and Sylar nodded his head, uncharacteristically solemn. She leaned up to kiss him again, then glanced over to Peter and Mohinder, who hadn’t left the room but also hadn’t moved any closer to the bed since Sylar had joined them. “Boys?”
Mohinder shook his head, dazed, before stepping towards Elle. She reached for him even as Sylar rolled her over onto her back and started fucking her in earnest, her hips cupped in his hands.
Sylar glared as Mohinder leaned in to kiss Elle gently, but Elle giggled and wrapped her legs around Sylar’s hips, “You can share me,” she said lightly, though her eyes said she already belonged to him. She reached for Peter with her free hand, curling the fingers of her other hand in the curls at the base of Mohinder’s head, kissing him again.
Elle looked blissful, stretched out on the bed with Sylar between her legs and Mohinder’s lips against hers. Peter couldn’t resist, cupping one soft breast in his palm, brushing his thumb over the hardened nipple. Elle panted in pleasure as Sylar buried himself deep inside her, coming hard.
The three men shifted as Elle watched them with hazy eyes. She crawled up onto her hands and knees, wiggling her ass at Mohinder before glancing at Sylar and licking her lips. She reached for Peter with one hand, pulling him to her to kiss him.
They moved like a symphony, all their attention focused on the petite blonde in the center of the bed. Elle preened under the attention, letting Peter slide under her so that she could sink down on his cock. Mohinder’s eager fingers rubbed at her pussy, teasing the sensitive skin where Peter entered her.
Elle keened, overloaded with sensations as Mohinder pressed two slick fingers to her other opening, gently tracing the puckered skin there.
“Do it,” she ordered, stretching on her knees so that Peter could keep pumping into her, thrusting eagerly while Mohinder brought his fingers to his mouth, soaking them before gently pushing a single finger inside of her.
Elle’s eyes fluttered shut, and she bucked her hips towards him, encouraging. She waited until he’s pressed another finger inside of her, scissoring the digits to stretch her out.
“Come here,” she said to Sylar, licking her lips. Stretched out between Peter and Mohinder, Elle’s body was lit up with pleasure, but it wasn’t enough.
They weren’t him.
It was slightly awkward, shifting on the bed, the three men apparently only interested in Elle and not each other. Sylar stepped over, sitting down next to them, and Elle arched her neck up to kiss him.
“Kneel here,” she requested, and he did, a hand against the headboard to steady himself. Elle wrapped her lips around him just as Mohinder finally pushed into her. She grunted, sucking hard on Sylar’s cock as Mohinder began moving, slowly, in a rhythm just opposite of Peter’s.
“Mmmm,” Elle purred, and Peter reached up to cup her breasts while Mohinder’s fingers left bruises on her hips. Sylar’s fingers tangled in her hair, and Elle let her eyes drift shut, sucking on Sylar while Peter and Mohinder thrust inside of her.
She pulled away from Sylar’s cock to lap at his balls, pressing her tongue between them and sending a hot shock of electricity dancing across the skin. He moaned, so she did it again before sucking his cock back into her mouth, her tongue tracing patterns on the silky skin. He groaned, trailing his fingers through her hair as she looked up at him.
He touched the side of her cheek almost reverently, and for a second it was only the two of them in the room. Then Elle’s body began to tremble and Peter and Mohinder came back into focus as both men tried to make her come.
Elle tilted her hips, changing the angle, and her orgasm was nearly instantaneous. It set off a chain reaction, and the feeling of her hot body clenching around them set off Mohinder and Peter.
“Oh, Elle,” Peter mumbled, looking up at her while she focused on Sylar, his cock heavy between her lips as she finally pulled an orgasm from him. She swallowed him eagerly, then licked him clean before letting him slip from her lips.
Mohinder pulled out slowly, careful not to hurt her, and Peter followed suit. Elle hummed with pleasure, but as soon as the men had moved, she crawled towards Sylar. He sank to the bed, laying on his back and opened his arms. She curled against his chest like the past months had been nothing more than a nightmare, tucking her head under his chin and sighing contentedly.
“Good night, Elle,” Mohinder said, leaning down to kiss her forehead. Elle smiled and returned the sentiment. “Sylar,” he said, and the man nodded.
Sylar stood up, keeping Elle firmly in his arms, and made to follow Mohinder out of Peter’s bedroom, taking Elle to his own room, but Peter stopped them.
“Elle?” he asked, reaching for her and touching her back, “Are you coming back to bed?” He grown used to having Elle in his arms at night, and didn’t like the growing feeling that the dynamics of the house had shifted again, this time not in his favor.
Elle opened her eyes sleepily, “I’m sorry, Peter,” she said, and for the first time in her life, she looked like she meant it.
Peter was silent for a minute. “It’s okay,” he finally said, kissing her cheek, “Sleep well.”
A week later, it didn’t matter anyway. Not having anyone else made the four of them appreciate the others that much more, and it hadn’t taken much persuading from Elle to move them all into the Master suite, the king sized bed providing just enough room for the four of them.
PAIRING: Peter/Elle/Sylar/Mohinder, Peter/Elle, Sylar/Elle
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: Heroes cast is not mine
SUMMARY: For faded_facade who deserves a lot more than porn.
This takes place kind of in the current timeline with a few variations. Mostly, it's an excuse for a foursome.
They were a strange group. The details of how the four of them ended up together during Nathan’s reign of terror against people with abilities are fuzzy even to them - Mohinder and Peter ended up together first, victims of the initial roundup and subsequent plane crash.
Sylar joined them later. He didn’t say much in the beginning and neither Peter nor Mohinder were all that keen on having him stay with them. But he looked so disappointed and…miserable that they didn’t have the heart to turn him away. His story came out later - meeting his real father and finding out that he was a horrible replica of a pathetic shell of a man had done a pretty solid number on him, and eventually the twosome became a threesome - a mismatched grouping of people who had no one else.
Elle came last, surprising the hell out of everyone. She’d managed to fly under Nathan’s radar long enough to be directed towards Peter by Rebel, communicating through text messages. When she’d shown up at their doorstep, soaking wet and clearly miserable, Mohinder had rushed her inside while Sylar stared in horror.
Turned out Elle was a little more scrappy than anyone had given her credit for, though she couldn’t give a clear account as to how she’d gone from beachside barbeque to the hospital bed where she’d woken up.
She spent most of her time with Peter, curled up in his arms like a kitten. The scar across her forehead told her story better than any words could have, and Sylar retreated to his room, away from them. Elle’s arrival had thrown off the tentative, budding friendship between the three men, but none of them had any place better to go or the heart to make anyone else leave, so everyone just stayed.
It wasn’t until the touches and the cuddles between Elle and Peter got a little more involved that Mohinder even cared to take notice. Now instead of hugs, there were kisses and shared beds. Elle’s teasing smile came back and she started sneaking into Mohinder’s room to wake him with playful shocks.
She never shocked Sylar.
It was strange, how Elle’s behavior seemed to dictate the rest of the house. When she was happy, everyone else was more at ease…and when she wasn’t happy, Peter was always there to take care of her.
It was late in the night when Mohinder finally made his way up the dark stairs to his bedroom. They had to figure out something between the four of them - some way to bring Nathan down without sacrificing any more specials. He was exhausted and angry…and therefore nearly missed the light streaming out from Elle’s door and the breathy gasps coming from the room.
He knew immediately what was going on, but couldn’t resist cracking the door just enough to peer inside. Elle’s lithe body was thrown over the bed sideways, so that her head hung off one side of the bed while Peter held her hips in a vice grip.
“Harder,” she demanded, and Peter complied, thrusting into her so hard her eyes flew open in delight…
Just in time to catch Mohinder, standing in the doorway, shocked.
“Mohinder,” Elle purred, and Peter glanced up from Elle’s body without breaking rhythm, “You wanna play?”
He shook his head and tried to step back, but Elle arched her back, sending a spray of electricity towards the door before opening her perfect mouth and running her tongue across her pink lips.
“Mohinder,” she repeated, and she didn’t have to say any more. Mohinder staggered over to the bed and dropped to his knees in front of Elle without even asking Peter if he minded.
He clearly didn’t, because he was wrapped up in fucking Elle, and only spared Mohinder a momentary glance as the man dropped his pants just far enough for Elle to get her lips around his cock.
“Ohh, Elle,” Mohinder moaned, cupping the back of her head and tangling his fingers in her hair, “Fuck.”
Elle purred around him, curling her tongue around the head of his throbbing cock before swallowing him as deep as she could and sucking hard. Mohinder inhaled sharply, clutching at the bed with his free hand as stars danced before his eyes. It had been so long since anyone had touched him, and Elle’s talented mouth was nearly his undoing.
Peter grunted as he neared orgasm, reaching between them to rub frantically at Elle’s clit, trying to bring her to orgasm before he lost it completely.
“Elle, please,” he panted, and Elle’s eyes slammed shut as she arched her hips, trying to rub just a little harder against Peter without breaking the rhythm Mohinder has established. She closed her lips around his cock, increasing the friction as he thrust in and out of her mouth.
Peter came first, spilling his seed into Elle’s willing body. She sighed in disappointment, one hand snaking down between her legs, rubbing quick little circles over her clit just as Mohinder gasped out her name. She swallowed him down and he stood up, brushing his fingers over her cheeks before moving to kneel between her legs as Peter crawled across the bed to lap at her nipples.
Elle left her head hang over the side of the bed while Mohinder’s head dipped between her legs. Her orgasm was thrumming under her skin, making her ache and shudder, and she was nearly frantic with the need to come. Her eyes were closed, forehead knitted in concentration as Peter’s mouth worked at her nipples, Mohinder’s tongue around her clit.
It was why she never saw Sylar standing the door, abject longing on his face. He moved towards them silently, touching Mohinder’s shoulder until the man replaced his tongue with two fingers deep inside Elle and glanced up. At Sylar’s expression, Mohinder slid away from Elle, who whined lowly as his fingers left her.
Sylar knelt down, taking Mohinder’s place and kissing the inside of Elle’s leg before licking her slowly. Elle’s body shuddered, and she let out a keening moan as Sylar tongued her clit.
“Mohinder,” she pleaded, reaching down to twine her fingers in his hair, “Mohinder, please…”
Sylar growled and Elle’s entire body froze, her fingers still tangled in his hair. She lifted her head just as Sylar crawled up her body, covering her. She met his gaze with wide eyes, remembering the last time she’d allowed herself to be in this position with him.
Peter scooted back on the bed, away from the couple, glancing nervously towards Mohinder. The tension practically crackled, so thick in the room Mohinder could practically taste it.
Then they were kissing, a tangle of limbs and eager lips as Sylar rolled over, clutching Elle against his chest as their tongues dueled. Elle cried out against his mouth as he cupped the curve of her ass with his palm, grinding his erection against the apex of her thighs.
“Elle,” Sylar groaned her name and Elle responded in kind, reaching between them to push Sylar’s boxers off his legs before she straddled his legs, pushing her naked pussy against him, “Oh god, Elle, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m…”
Elle silenced his panted apologizes with a bruising kiss, sinking down onto him and rocking in earnest, riding him hard.
“Don’t talk,” she ordered, pulling away from his lips to get a better angle, “Just fuck me.”
Sylar gripped her hips, bucking his hips up, thrusting deeper into her just as she came, crying out his name. He reached for her, brushing her hair away from her sweaty forehead tenderly. Elle smiled, sated and content.
“Don’t kill me again,” she ordered, and Sylar nodded his head, uncharacteristically solemn. She leaned up to kiss him again, then glanced over to Peter and Mohinder, who hadn’t left the room but also hadn’t moved any closer to the bed since Sylar had joined them. “Boys?”
Mohinder shook his head, dazed, before stepping towards Elle. She reached for him even as Sylar rolled her over onto her back and started fucking her in earnest, her hips cupped in his hands.
Sylar glared as Mohinder leaned in to kiss Elle gently, but Elle giggled and wrapped her legs around Sylar’s hips, “You can share me,” she said lightly, though her eyes said she already belonged to him. She reached for Peter with her free hand, curling the fingers of her other hand in the curls at the base of Mohinder’s head, kissing him again.
Elle looked blissful, stretched out on the bed with Sylar between her legs and Mohinder’s lips against hers. Peter couldn’t resist, cupping one soft breast in his palm, brushing his thumb over the hardened nipple. Elle panted in pleasure as Sylar buried himself deep inside her, coming hard.
The three men shifted as Elle watched them with hazy eyes. She crawled up onto her hands and knees, wiggling her ass at Mohinder before glancing at Sylar and licking her lips. She reached for Peter with one hand, pulling him to her to kiss him.
They moved like a symphony, all their attention focused on the petite blonde in the center of the bed. Elle preened under the attention, letting Peter slide under her so that she could sink down on his cock. Mohinder’s eager fingers rubbed at her pussy, teasing the sensitive skin where Peter entered her.
Elle keened, overloaded with sensations as Mohinder pressed two slick fingers to her other opening, gently tracing the puckered skin there.
“Do it,” she ordered, stretching on her knees so that Peter could keep pumping into her, thrusting eagerly while Mohinder brought his fingers to his mouth, soaking them before gently pushing a single finger inside of her.
Elle’s eyes fluttered shut, and she bucked her hips towards him, encouraging. She waited until he’s pressed another finger inside of her, scissoring the digits to stretch her out.
“Come here,” she said to Sylar, licking her lips. Stretched out between Peter and Mohinder, Elle’s body was lit up with pleasure, but it wasn’t enough.
They weren’t him.
It was slightly awkward, shifting on the bed, the three men apparently only interested in Elle and not each other. Sylar stepped over, sitting down next to them, and Elle arched her neck up to kiss him.
“Kneel here,” she requested, and he did, a hand against the headboard to steady himself. Elle wrapped her lips around him just as Mohinder finally pushed into her. She grunted, sucking hard on Sylar’s cock as Mohinder began moving, slowly, in a rhythm just opposite of Peter’s.
“Mmmm,” Elle purred, and Peter reached up to cup her breasts while Mohinder’s fingers left bruises on her hips. Sylar’s fingers tangled in her hair, and Elle let her eyes drift shut, sucking on Sylar while Peter and Mohinder thrust inside of her.
She pulled away from Sylar’s cock to lap at his balls, pressing her tongue between them and sending a hot shock of electricity dancing across the skin. He moaned, so she did it again before sucking his cock back into her mouth, her tongue tracing patterns on the silky skin. He groaned, trailing his fingers through her hair as she looked up at him.
He touched the side of her cheek almost reverently, and for a second it was only the two of them in the room. Then Elle’s body began to tremble and Peter and Mohinder came back into focus as both men tried to make her come.
Elle tilted her hips, changing the angle, and her orgasm was nearly instantaneous. It set off a chain reaction, and the feeling of her hot body clenching around them set off Mohinder and Peter.
“Oh, Elle,” Peter mumbled, looking up at her while she focused on Sylar, his cock heavy between her lips as she finally pulled an orgasm from him. She swallowed him eagerly, then licked him clean before letting him slip from her lips.
Mohinder pulled out slowly, careful not to hurt her, and Peter followed suit. Elle hummed with pleasure, but as soon as the men had moved, she crawled towards Sylar. He sank to the bed, laying on his back and opened his arms. She curled against his chest like the past months had been nothing more than a nightmare, tucking her head under his chin and sighing contentedly.
“Good night, Elle,” Mohinder said, leaning down to kiss her forehead. Elle smiled and returned the sentiment. “Sylar,” he said, and the man nodded.
Sylar stood up, keeping Elle firmly in his arms, and made to follow Mohinder out of Peter’s bedroom, taking Elle to his own room, but Peter stopped them.
“Elle?” he asked, reaching for her and touching her back, “Are you coming back to bed?” He grown used to having Elle in his arms at night, and didn’t like the growing feeling that the dynamics of the house had shifted again, this time not in his favor.
Elle opened her eyes sleepily, “I’m sorry, Peter,” she said, and for the first time in her life, she looked like she meant it.
Peter was silent for a minute. “It’s okay,” he finally said, kissing her cheek, “Sleep well.”
A week later, it didn’t matter anyway. Not having anyone else made the four of them appreciate the others that much more, and it hadn’t taken much persuading from Elle to move them all into the Master suite, the king sized bed providing just enough room for the four of them.