Fanfiction: Heroes: Elle's Lessons In The Types Of Porn
Title: Elle’s Lessons In The Types of Porn
Rating: Hard R
Summary: Sylar walks in on Elle watching porn.
Characters/Pairings: Syelle with references to Mylar and Eclaire
Author’s note: This was written for perdiccas’ CEO day at heroes_exchange. I originally planned on writing something more straight on smutty, but this ended up a little more on the crack side. Apparently I can’t take video porn anymore seriously in fiction than I can in real life. My apologies. Unbeta’d as I wanted to make sure it got up in time. Also using this for "Lovers" on 100heroesfics
Sylar had walked in on Elle doing many things in the past, but he had to admit, this one was the last thing he expected. When he walked into the motel room with the chicken and mashed potatoes he had picked up for dinner, there was Elle, sprawled out and watching porn.
And not the softcore stuff they show on Cinemax either. This was pretty graphic. He couldn’t help but glance at the screen, watching as-
Wait, this was gay porn.
“Why the hell are you watching this, Elle?” He demanded in an annoyed tone as he placed the food on the table before making his way toward her. He picked up the remote to shut it off but Elle merely brought her hand up, shocking him before he could.
“For fun and profit.” She replied with a smirk. “Besides, the guys are hot, and at least they look like they’re enjoying themselves. In heterosexual porn, the women always look like they’re dead inside. It’s a real turn off, let me tell you.”
“Since when did you become such an expert on porn?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. He hated to admit it, but it was kind of a turn on, hearing his…girlfriend wasn’t the right word, but neither was lover, well, whatever Elle was to him, it was hot to hear her talk about this sort of stuff.
“I had to do something during all that time my dad left me locked inside of the Company,” she shrugged her shoulders. “So porn and masturbation it was. You’d be amazed at what you can find on the internet.”
“So,” He sat down next to her on the bed. “What’s your favorite kind?” It was exciting, talking about this sort of stuff with her. It was usually taboo to talk about porn with women you have relationships with that you don’t want to attach labels to.
“Well, my favorite, lately,” Elle purred, shifting so that her body was pressing against his as she whispered into his ear. “Has featured this white guy getting fucked by this really pretty Indian guy. Interracial couples are really hot, you know. And since you won’t let Mohinder fuck you for me….”
Sylar’s expression steeled. “We’ve talked about this before Elle. It’s not going to happen, not now, not ever. Besides, I’m pretty sure he’s more likely to kill me than stick his dick up my ass.”
“Ah, but you see,” Elle purred, reaching for his erection, grasping it. “I can be very persuasive.”
Sylar hissed out as she began to pump her hand against his jean covered hardness. “The answer is no.”
“See?” She pouted a little, shifting once more to straddle him. “This is why I have to watch porn. Because you won’t give into my fantasies. You won’t let me fuck Claire, you won’t fuck Moh-.”
“Are you saying you have girl on girl porn then?” He asked, his interest suddenly picking up greatly as he ground his erection against her. “Why the hell aren’t we watching that then?”
“Because, I was watching it earlier. It was great, the head cheerleader seducing one of the new recruits.” Elle bucked against him, neither one of them particularly caring that they were still fully dressed.
“Claire would never try to seduce you,” He pointed out with a smirk, grabbing her ass to pull her closer to him.
She sighed a little in disappointment. “Yeah, I know, that’s again, why I have porn.”
“So, you have male on male stuff, and female on female stuff, what about regular stuff with just a man and a woman?”
Elle rolled her eyes a little at that. “I told you already, the women in heterosexual porn always look like they’re dead inside. Besides,” She rolled her hips against him, gasping out a little. “I already have a man I fuck on a regular basis. Porn is for the fantasies we can’t have, you know? Why watch porn of a man and a woman having sex when I could just let you screw me.”
Sylar laughed a little as he leaned down to bite into her neck. “You know,” He murmured against her skin. “It’s a little weird that you know a whole lot more about porn than I do. I thought that was supposed to be a guy thing.”
“Yeah, well, I always thought I was more of a man than you are,” Elle taunted.
“Take that back,” He growled, suddenly throwing her down onto the bed so that he had her pinned beneath him.
She giggled a little. It was always a lot more fun when he played rough like this. “But it’s true. And besides, you had that whole repressed catholic upbringing . I’m pretty sure your mother would have locked you up in the closet if she had caught you look at porn.”
He rolled his eyes as his hands slid down to tug down her pants, and then his own. He positioned himself above her. “My mother wasn’t the mother from Carrie.”
“Close enough.”
He glanced over at the TV as his erection pressed against her entrance. “Can we shut that off already?”
Elle shook her head. “No. It helps me.”
Sylar sighed and pushed into her entrance. “Fine, but next time I get to chose what kind of porn we watch while we do this, okay?”
Elle let out a sound that was a half moan and half laugh as she pushed herself up to press her lips against his. “Fair enough.”
And the poor chicken and the mashed potatoes sat alone on the counter, forgotten while the two engaged in activities that were a lot more fun than eating.
Rating: Hard R
Summary: Sylar walks in on Elle watching porn.
Characters/Pairings: Syelle with references to Mylar and Eclaire
Author’s note: This was written for perdiccas’ CEO day at heroes_exchange. I originally planned on writing something more straight on smutty, but this ended up a little more on the crack side. Apparently I can’t take video porn anymore seriously in fiction than I can in real life. My apologies. Unbeta’d as I wanted to make sure it got up in time. Also using this for "Lovers" on 100heroesfics
Sylar had walked in on Elle doing many things in the past, but he had to admit, this one was the last thing he expected. When he walked into the motel room with the chicken and mashed potatoes he had picked up for dinner, there was Elle, sprawled out and watching porn.
And not the softcore stuff they show on Cinemax either. This was pretty graphic. He couldn’t help but glance at the screen, watching as-
Wait, this was gay porn.
“Why the hell are you watching this, Elle?” He demanded in an annoyed tone as he placed the food on the table before making his way toward her. He picked up the remote to shut it off but Elle merely brought her hand up, shocking him before he could.
“For fun and profit.” She replied with a smirk. “Besides, the guys are hot, and at least they look like they’re enjoying themselves. In heterosexual porn, the women always look like they’re dead inside. It’s a real turn off, let me tell you.”
“Since when did you become such an expert on porn?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. He hated to admit it, but it was kind of a turn on, hearing his…girlfriend wasn’t the right word, but neither was lover, well, whatever Elle was to him, it was hot to hear her talk about this sort of stuff.
“I had to do something during all that time my dad left me locked inside of the Company,” she shrugged her shoulders. “So porn and masturbation it was. You’d be amazed at what you can find on the internet.”
“So,” He sat down next to her on the bed. “What’s your favorite kind?” It was exciting, talking about this sort of stuff with her. It was usually taboo to talk about porn with women you have relationships with that you don’t want to attach labels to.
“Well, my favorite, lately,” Elle purred, shifting so that her body was pressing against his as she whispered into his ear. “Has featured this white guy getting fucked by this really pretty Indian guy. Interracial couples are really hot, you know. And since you won’t let Mohinder fuck you for me….”
Sylar’s expression steeled. “We’ve talked about this before Elle. It’s not going to happen, not now, not ever. Besides, I’m pretty sure he’s more likely to kill me than stick his dick up my ass.”
“Ah, but you see,” Elle purred, reaching for his erection, grasping it. “I can be very persuasive.”
Sylar hissed out as she began to pump her hand against his jean covered hardness. “The answer is no.”
“See?” She pouted a little, shifting once more to straddle him. “This is why I have to watch porn. Because you won’t give into my fantasies. You won’t let me fuck Claire, you won’t fuck Moh-.”
“Are you saying you have girl on girl porn then?” He asked, his interest suddenly picking up greatly as he ground his erection against her. “Why the hell aren’t we watching that then?”
“Because, I was watching it earlier. It was great, the head cheerleader seducing one of the new recruits.” Elle bucked against him, neither one of them particularly caring that they were still fully dressed.
“Claire would never try to seduce you,” He pointed out with a smirk, grabbing her ass to pull her closer to him.
She sighed a little in disappointment. “Yeah, I know, that’s again, why I have porn.”
“So, you have male on male stuff, and female on female stuff, what about regular stuff with just a man and a woman?”
Elle rolled her eyes a little at that. “I told you already, the women in heterosexual porn always look like they’re dead inside. Besides,” She rolled her hips against him, gasping out a little. “I already have a man I fuck on a regular basis. Porn is for the fantasies we can’t have, you know? Why watch porn of a man and a woman having sex when I could just let you screw me.”
Sylar laughed a little as he leaned down to bite into her neck. “You know,” He murmured against her skin. “It’s a little weird that you know a whole lot more about porn than I do. I thought that was supposed to be a guy thing.”
“Yeah, well, I always thought I was more of a man than you are,” Elle taunted.
“Take that back,” He growled, suddenly throwing her down onto the bed so that he had her pinned beneath him.
She giggled a little. It was always a lot more fun when he played rough like this. “But it’s true. And besides, you had that whole repressed catholic upbringing . I’m pretty sure your mother would have locked you up in the closet if she had caught you look at porn.”
He rolled his eyes as his hands slid down to tug down her pants, and then his own. He positioned himself above her. “My mother wasn’t the mother from Carrie.”
“Close enough.”
He glanced over at the TV as his erection pressed against her entrance. “Can we shut that off already?”
Elle shook her head. “No. It helps me.”
Sylar sighed and pushed into her entrance. “Fine, but next time I get to chose what kind of porn we watch while we do this, okay?”
Elle let out a sound that was a half moan and half laugh as she pushed herself up to press her lips against his. “Fair enough.”
And the poor chicken and the mashed potatoes sat alone on the counter, forgotten while the two engaged in activities that were a lot more fun than eating.