Save the Baby, Save the World Three
AU: Save the Baby, Save the World
Characters: Sylar/Elle
Rating: M/NC-17 for smut and violence.
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes
Summary: Sylar does not kill Elle on the beach. Instead they go on a cross country killing spree. Nathan hooks up with Danko, who obsessively hunts Sylar, and by extension Elle.
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes
M material. Only the second time I wrote a scene like this so any comments or criticism welcome.
Please, review.
Canfield House-Six Weeks Ago
Promises.
She smelled like Promises Sylar thought as he pressed his mouth hard against hers. He pushes his tongue against Elle’s closed lips. It slid in touching, twisting against hers.
Suddenly he is stumbling back. His balance broken by leaning over Elle, which let her push him away easily. Sylar mouth open, breathing hard, looks at her confused.
Elle smiles wickedly at him. ‘We have the whole house to ourselves. Lay down.’
‘No.’ Sylar reaches out toward her instinctively with his right hand and it’s injured shoulder. Elle bats his hand away. A sudden explosion of pain makes Sylar scream out. His other hand cradles his hurt shoulder.
‘Like I said, lay down,’ Elle says again. Her lips widen into a Cheshire cat smile.
Sylar flashes a dark eyed hateful look at Elle, which if he had powers, might have caused her some concern. With their powers mysteriously gone, she knew a one armed former watchmaker was little threat to a well trained company girl like her. Sylar lies down on the Canfield house’s cold hardwood floor.
Elle licks her lips. She starts slowly swaying her hips back and forth, while unbuttoning her jacket. Beneath her blue tank top stands out against her pale cream skin. Sylar’s eyes are roaming across her body. Elle can almost feel their dark heated gaze. She kicks her shoes off, sending one and then the other sailing past his head. He leans right then left to avoid the flying footwear
.
‘Bitch.
’
‘Shh . . .’ Elle’s only response as she pulls her slacks down slim toned legs. Elle tosses the black pants at Sylar. He swats them away with his good arm
.
Then Elle stands only a few feet away. Perky breast covered by a black bra with pink lace. Matching panties cover Elle’s sex. Both bra and panties are unbelievable covered with little pink polka dots
.
‘I never figured you for a pink lace and polka dots girl.
’
‘Shh . . .,’ is all the response Elle gives. Slowly Elle bends down to all fours. Then she starts to slink across the floor toward him. Sylar swallows, more like gulps at the intense wanton look in Elle’s azure eyes. He feels himself growing harder
.
Then Elle is straddling him. Her sex grinds against him through his jeans. Sylar leans forward cupping the back of Elle’s head with one hand, while the other rubs against her moist heat. They kiss open mouthed and sloppy. Elle’s small hands scramble against the buttons of his shir
t.
Sylar slides a finger under her panties and inside her. She moans against his lips. Suddenly she pulls at his shirt. Buttons pop off and she throws it across the room.
Then her hands are pulling at his belt. Sylar pulls out of her. He starts to reach down to help with his pants. Then two little hands grab his.
‘No,’ Elle’s voice breathy and strained with lust. She shoves his hand back under her little black and pink polka dotted panties. Sylar thrust two fingers into her. Elle throws her back with a moan. Elle’s two hands feel like twin vises on Sylar’s forearm. He runs his thumb over her clit. With mounting speed he starts making tiny circles with his thumb, while he slides a third finger into Elle’s tight little pussy. He can feel her hips bucking against his hand. Elle keeps trying to shove his hand keeper inside her, while grinding against him. Elle feels a tension building inside her. Then suddenly she throws her head back and lets out a loud moan that ends with her screaming out his name
.
Elle stops grinding her hips against his hand. She looks down at him all blue eyed innocence, with her lower lip caught between her teeth. Then she pulls his hand out. Slowly she brings his hand up to her mouth. One by one she licks his fingers clean, tasting herself as she does. All the while, Sylar stares transfixed at her clear blue eyes. When she’s done, she lets his hand go.
‘Fuck me,’ the best two words Sylar had ever or will ever hear.
They both start fumbling with his pants, again. Elle slides them down past his knees, where she struggles getting his boots and pants off. Finally she succeeds and crawls back over top of him. Sylar kisses her hard, his tongue teasing hers. He moves his hands to her back. Sliding them up he attempts to find the clasps to her little black bra. While not the most experienced lover in the world, he finds nothing. No little hooks, no clasp, no button, only soft satin and lace.
Elle pushes against his chest. Leaning back she smirks again. Reaching in front she unhooks the bra, which joins the other cloths somewhere on the far side of the room. Two small breasts with hard rosy nipples are suddenly assaulted by Sylar’s mouth and hands. He cups the right one kneading it, while occasionally tugging at the nipple. His mouth envelops the other, while his tongue runs across the little nipple. Elle pulls his head hard against her with small pale hands running through his dark hair. He hears her moan throatily as he licks a line from one nipple to the other, taking the second in his mouth. Face pressed against Elle’s chest Sylar starts to pull at her panties. Shifting a little Elle reaches down with one hand helping him pull them down. She kicks her legs finally shedding her last item of clothing.
Releasing his head Elle reaches down with both hands to pull at his boxers. Bucking his hips Sylar helps her slide them down and then kicks them off.
Elle wraps a hand around his hard member. She pumps her hand up and down its length. Leaning down she flicks her tongue out against the tip. Sylar lets out a stifled moan. Then a wet heat envelops him. Elle swallows him, while working her tongue against the underside of his shaft. With one hand cupping his balls, the other stroking his shaft and her mouth sliding warm and moist against him, Elle hears him moan her name.
As suddenly as she started, she releases him. He looks at her, his gaze confused. She positions her sex right above his hard member. Grapping it with one hand she rubs it against her moist clit.
‘Elle, I-‘ his words cut off as she slides him inside her.
Leaning forward, her lower lip caught between her teeth, she starts to drive her hips against him. Slowly at first then with increasing speed she pushes against him. Up and down riding him like a pony, she feels him grab her hand. She has one hand placed against his chest, which pins him to floor. Sylar grips the other one, taking her first two fingers in his larger hand. He then pushes them against her clit. He starts working her two little fingers against her own clit.
Elle releases her lower lip. Throwing he head back she starts trusting herself against him harder. Between his hard member moving inside her and her own fingers she can feel an electric charge building inside her.
‘Fuck me . . .Fuck me. . . harder, Gabriel,’ his real name slipping past her lips. Their hips thrusting together in a frenzied rhythm, Elle feels a warm electric release rush out from her belly. Her head thrown back Elle lets out a scream that ends with his name.
Sylar hears Elle call him Gabriel again, while her sex grips him impossible tight. His hips buck once more he buries himself deep inside her. He finds release. He thrusts twice more and then stills.
Elle opens her eyes, seemingly unaware they were closed. She lies down on his chest. Nipples still hard, she holds him inside her. She feels him kiss the top of his head. Then he pulls her hair out of the pony tail. Elle feels a gentle warmth inside her that was never there before now. Listening to Sylar’s heart beat, she hears his breathing start to slow. Once more Elle closes her eyes, this time to doze with her lover in warmth she only previously imagined
.
Manhattan- Present Day
‘Oh,’ his only response to the bomb that just went off in the alleyway. The possibility that Elle could become pregnant never occurred to him. His mind running through the Canfield house, the beach and afterward, she was wrong. They had never been safe.
‘We have to go.’ Sylar reaches down to help her up. His strong hands lifting her again, Elle wraps her arms around his neck, while he carriers her down the alley. They disappear into the dark spaces between the buildings, yet, not before one set of eyes noticed the soaking wet blood speckled pair.
Characters: Sylar/Elle
Rating: M/NC-17 for smut and violence.
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes
Summary: Sylar does not kill Elle on the beach. Instead they go on a cross country killing spree. Nathan hooks up with Danko, who obsessively hunts Sylar, and by extension Elle.
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes
M material. Only the second time I wrote a scene like this so any comments or criticism welcome.
Please, review.
Canfield House-Six Weeks Ago
Promises.
She smelled like Promises Sylar thought as he pressed his mouth hard against hers. He pushes his tongue against Elle’s closed lips. It slid in touching, twisting against hers.
Suddenly he is stumbling back. His balance broken by leaning over Elle, which let her push him away easily. Sylar mouth open, breathing hard, looks at her confused.
Elle smiles wickedly at him. ‘We have the whole house to ourselves. Lay down.’
‘No.’ Sylar reaches out toward her instinctively with his right hand and it’s injured shoulder. Elle bats his hand away. A sudden explosion of pain makes Sylar scream out. His other hand cradles his hurt shoulder.
‘Like I said, lay down,’ Elle says again. Her lips widen into a Cheshire cat smile.
Sylar flashes a dark eyed hateful look at Elle, which if he had powers, might have caused her some concern. With their powers mysteriously gone, she knew a one armed former watchmaker was little threat to a well trained company girl like her. Sylar lies down on the Canfield house’s cold hardwood floor.
Elle licks her lips. She starts slowly swaying her hips back and forth, while unbuttoning her jacket. Beneath her blue tank top stands out against her pale cream skin. Sylar’s eyes are roaming across her body. Elle can almost feel their dark heated gaze. She kicks her shoes off, sending one and then the other sailing past his head. He leans right then left to avoid the flying footwear
.
‘Bitch.
’
‘Shh . . .’ Elle’s only response as she pulls her slacks down slim toned legs. Elle tosses the black pants at Sylar. He swats them away with his good arm
.
Then Elle stands only a few feet away. Perky breast covered by a black bra with pink lace. Matching panties cover Elle’s sex. Both bra and panties are unbelievable covered with little pink polka dots
.
‘I never figured you for a pink lace and polka dots girl.
’
‘Shh . . .,’ is all the response Elle gives. Slowly Elle bends down to all fours. Then she starts to slink across the floor toward him. Sylar swallows, more like gulps at the intense wanton look in Elle’s azure eyes. He feels himself growing harder
.
Then Elle is straddling him. Her sex grinds against him through his jeans. Sylar leans forward cupping the back of Elle’s head with one hand, while the other rubs against her moist heat. They kiss open mouthed and sloppy. Elle’s small hands scramble against the buttons of his shir
t.
Sylar slides a finger under her panties and inside her. She moans against his lips. Suddenly she pulls at his shirt. Buttons pop off and she throws it across the room.
Then her hands are pulling at his belt. Sylar pulls out of her. He starts to reach down to help with his pants. Then two little hands grab his.
‘No,’ Elle’s voice breathy and strained with lust. She shoves his hand back under her little black and pink polka dotted panties. Sylar thrust two fingers into her. Elle throws her back with a moan. Elle’s two hands feel like twin vises on Sylar’s forearm. He runs his thumb over her clit. With mounting speed he starts making tiny circles with his thumb, while he slides a third finger into Elle’s tight little pussy. He can feel her hips bucking against his hand. Elle keeps trying to shove his hand keeper inside her, while grinding against him. Elle feels a tension building inside her. Then suddenly she throws her head back and lets out a loud moan that ends with her screaming out his name
.
Elle stops grinding her hips against his hand. She looks down at him all blue eyed innocence, with her lower lip caught between her teeth. Then she pulls his hand out. Slowly she brings his hand up to her mouth. One by one she licks his fingers clean, tasting herself as she does. All the while, Sylar stares transfixed at her clear blue eyes. When she’s done, she lets his hand go.
‘Fuck me,’ the best two words Sylar had ever or will ever hear.
They both start fumbling with his pants, again. Elle slides them down past his knees, where she struggles getting his boots and pants off. Finally she succeeds and crawls back over top of him. Sylar kisses her hard, his tongue teasing hers. He moves his hands to her back. Sliding them up he attempts to find the clasps to her little black bra. While not the most experienced lover in the world, he finds nothing. No little hooks, no clasp, no button, only soft satin and lace.
Elle pushes against his chest. Leaning back she smirks again. Reaching in front she unhooks the bra, which joins the other cloths somewhere on the far side of the room. Two small breasts with hard rosy nipples are suddenly assaulted by Sylar’s mouth and hands. He cups the right one kneading it, while occasionally tugging at the nipple. His mouth envelops the other, while his tongue runs across the little nipple. Elle pulls his head hard against her with small pale hands running through his dark hair. He hears her moan throatily as he licks a line from one nipple to the other, taking the second in his mouth. Face pressed against Elle’s chest Sylar starts to pull at her panties. Shifting a little Elle reaches down with one hand helping him pull them down. She kicks her legs finally shedding her last item of clothing.
Releasing his head Elle reaches down with both hands to pull at his boxers. Bucking his hips Sylar helps her slide them down and then kicks them off.
Elle wraps a hand around his hard member. She pumps her hand up and down its length. Leaning down she flicks her tongue out against the tip. Sylar lets out a stifled moan. Then a wet heat envelops him. Elle swallows him, while working her tongue against the underside of his shaft. With one hand cupping his balls, the other stroking his shaft and her mouth sliding warm and moist against him, Elle hears him moan her name.
As suddenly as she started, she releases him. He looks at her, his gaze confused. She positions her sex right above his hard member. Grapping it with one hand she rubs it against her moist clit.
‘Elle, I-‘ his words cut off as she slides him inside her.
Leaning forward, her lower lip caught between her teeth, she starts to drive her hips against him. Slowly at first then with increasing speed she pushes against him. Up and down riding him like a pony, she feels him grab her hand. She has one hand placed against his chest, which pins him to floor. Sylar grips the other one, taking her first two fingers in his larger hand. He then pushes them against her clit. He starts working her two little fingers against her own clit.
Elle releases her lower lip. Throwing he head back she starts trusting herself against him harder. Between his hard member moving inside her and her own fingers she can feel an electric charge building inside her.
‘Fuck me . . .Fuck me. . . harder, Gabriel,’ his real name slipping past her lips. Their hips thrusting together in a frenzied rhythm, Elle feels a warm electric release rush out from her belly. Her head thrown back Elle lets out a scream that ends with his name.
Sylar hears Elle call him Gabriel again, while her sex grips him impossible tight. His hips buck once more he buries himself deep inside her. He finds release. He thrusts twice more and then stills.
Elle opens her eyes, seemingly unaware they were closed. She lies down on his chest. Nipples still hard, she holds him inside her. She feels him kiss the top of his head. Then he pulls her hair out of the pony tail. Elle feels a gentle warmth inside her that was never there before now. Listening to Sylar’s heart beat, she hears his breathing start to slow. Once more Elle closes her eyes, this time to doze with her lover in warmth she only previously imagined
.
Manhattan- Present Day
‘Oh,’ his only response to the bomb that just went off in the alleyway. The possibility that Elle could become pregnant never occurred to him. His mind running through the Canfield house, the beach and afterward, she was wrong. They had never been safe.
‘We have to go.’ Sylar reaches down to help her up. His strong hands lifting her again, Elle wraps her arms around his neck, while he carriers her down the alley. They disappear into the dark spaces between the buildings, yet, not before one set of eyes noticed the soaking wet blood speckled pair.