Fanfiction: Heroes: Devil In A Miniskirt (Chapter 8)
After breakfast was over, Elle had excused herself into the bathroom, taking one of those god aweful woman’s magazines in there with her. Sylar rolled his eyes as he heard the sound of running bath water. Wonderful. She’d be in there forever. Not that he really wanted her company or anything, but it sure as hell beat being left alone with his thoughts.
He wondered what her lessons about control were going to entail. Somehow, whatever they were, he doubted they would be normal Company protocol. Not that he really knew much about Company protocol was, but he was pretty sure, whatever it was, she didn’t adhere to it anymore than she had to. She didn’t seem like the rule following type.
But he was soon snapped out of his thoughts as she came sauntering back into the room. She was wearing a tight red mini dress and her hair was down for once, wet and clinging to her body. If she hadn’t looked like the picturesque version of a temptress before, she sure as hell looked like one now.
He tried to keep his face as neutral as possible as he looked up from the table at her, as if her appearance had no effect on him. “So, what lessons do you have in store for me, teacher?” He asked in a mocking tone.
Elle grinned a little, going over to the microwave, setting the timer on it as she glanced over at him. “The first lesson is learning how to wait. Sometimes we can’t get what we want right away.” She sauntered over toward him now, that grin only spreading across her red stained lips as she kneeled before him. “But waiting often makes it better.” And with that, she began undoing the fastenings on his pants. She wrinkled her nose. “You know I have spare clothes for you, right?”
“No, I didn’t,” He replied with a roll of his eyes, his body tensing at her actions. “And just what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m going to teach you about control, and from what I understand, men learn much better using this head,” She stuck her hand down his open pants and into his boxers to grab his member, giving it a squeeze for emphasis. “Much better than the one in their head.”
He hissed softly, feeling himself begin to harden in spite of himself. It had been a long time since anyone had touched him like this. And none of those girls had been nearly as pretty as Elle. Or as bold for that matter. “And how exactly is getting me off supposed to teach me control?” Because he really failed to understand her logic here. But at the same time, as she was pulling down his pants and boxers, he didn’t really want to stop her.
“Because, you’re not allowed to come until that timer I set goes off,” She replied smugly, leaning in to lick her tongue across the tip of his erection. “And you have to let me do all the work. If you try to touch me or encourage me, I will stop, grab the duct tape and secure your hands together, and then start the time all over again.”
“And if I come before it goes off?” He asked curiously, unable to hold back a groan as she ran her tongue up the base once more.
Elle smirked, placing one of her hands on his leg, sending a shock through it. “Then I’ll make you regret it. So let’s avoid that, shall we?” She asked, not even waiting before placing her mouth over his hardened member.
His eyes widened as he groaned out from the feeling of her small, warm mouth enveloping him. Even though he had sex once or twice before he became Sylar, oral was never something any of the girls had been willing to do. And Gabriel had been too shy to even think to ask. He was just so glad someone wanted to have sex with him. A little disgusting, in retrospect.
But now the one girl Gabriel had wanted more than anything else was running her tongue over the length, her hand coming up to tease and cradle his testicles, and she couldn’t be farther from the angel he had once imagined her to be. And somehow, that made the scenario that much more appealing.
He had to wonder about her experience though, for as confident as she was acting, she was sloppy. The one time she had attempted to take him completely into her mouth, she had ended up choking, and he couldn’t help but laugh. He’d have to ask her about that later, rile her up if nothing else.
But she began pressing kiss after kiss against his erection, sucking at the skin, and other thought was becoming nearly impossible to focus on. He felt the pressure begin to build up with him and he glanced over at the clock. Just how long had she set that timer for?
As if being able to read his thoughts Elle pulled away with a smirk on her lips, pinching the base of his cock now. “You still have a few more minutes. So you’re going to have to hold it.”
“And what if I don’t?” Even as he asked the question, she began stroking and licking at him. More than anything, he wanted to come right there. Coat her pretty little face with him.
Elle didn’t answer him but instead grinned, sending a tiny shock up his member, causing him to cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. She really was crazy. Why was that appealing? He should be angry at her, disgusted that she was doing something like this, wondering what kind of lesson this was supposed to be, but all he knew was that he didn’t want her to stop.
Of all the times he had pictured her in his imagination, even after the betrayal, in a tiny shack in the middle of who knows where had never crossed his mind. In his imagination, he had always been in more control, grabbing her by the hair, forcing her to pleasure him, humiliating her, things like that. But this was different and appealing in its own sort of way. Not that he didn’t want to dominate her still. But without his powers and with massive injuries, there wasn’t much else he could but sit there.
And then finally, that damned alarm sounded off, and as if to reward for him, she let go of his base, and took him into her mouth as much as she could, sucking hard. He groaned out in response, his eyes fluttering shut as the white flash of release finally enveloped him.
Elle pulled away, choking a little, and she was glad that his eyes were closed, so he didn’t see her look of disgust as she wiped her mouth. Okay, so it wasn’t the worst taste in the world, but it wasn’t the best either.
Sylar’s eyes fluttered open just in time to see her stand, a smirk spreading across her lips. She grabbed some paper towels from the table, tossing them at him. “Now, you can clean up and think about what you’ve learned, I need some alone time.” And before he could say anything in response, Elle made her way to her bedroom, closing the door behind her.
Sylar sighed softly, just staring at the door as she walked off. The only thing he learned about control today was that when she had it it was both frightening and exciting. And he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to think about that.