Sparks

TITLE: Sparks

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Heroes

SHIP: Elle / Sylar

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: Volume Three, Episode ?

UNIVERSE: As per cannon.

SYNOPSIS: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS - VOLUME 3, EPISODE ?. A different look at what happened between Sylar and Elle when he got her to accept her powers to stop them from hurting her.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Heroes. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to their creators. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first Heroes fic and I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com

Elle drooped, the manacles restraining her cutting into her wrists as she twitched when runaway jolts of her power ran through her body. Pain was her constant companion now. She should have listened to Clair and left with her she lamented for the umpteenth time. At least then she would have had someone who could absorb her discharges and give her a few hours peace. She raised her head as the door to her cell hissed open and blinked at the tall silhouette that the rectangle of light framed. Her spine stiffened as her eyes adjusted to the light and she saw who it was. "You!" she growled, feeling her power surge along with her anger as she recognized Sylar.

The door shut behind him as he stepped forward and with a cry she lunged forward as far as her restraints would allow and unleashed her power on him. Electricity crackled through the air, arching from her and turning everything blue with its light. The mass of snaking, arching bolts hit him square in the chest and he staggered back for a moment and she saw a ragged smoking hole in the front of his t-shirt, but the skin underneath was unharmed as he started to advance once more. She braced herself and with an anguished cry she lashed out again, letting her anger fuel her charge, giving up all control even as the backlash set her nerves on fire.

She saw his clothes start to smolder, then in a flash turn to ash, next his skin started to blister and peel away as she channeled even more juice into her attack, but still he advanced. Her charge started to wane and she could see the musculature under his skin, and in places bone, so she dug deep and with a cry that was part fury, part agony she unleashed another burst. He screamed, but leaned into the force she was directing at him. The walls of the cell glowed red with the power that arched off him into them. Her heart was hammering at her chest and she couldn't seem to draw breath. Her body shook, racked with fiery needles of pain. Her jaw ached from being clenched and her fingernails had bitten into her palm. She felt her heart stutter and blinked as she started to feel light head. She was at the limits of her power and still he advanced.

Her next cry was more of a wail and it spoke a failure and frustration, fear and finally resignation as her power flickered and die as she sunk heavily to her knees. She felt tears stream down her cheeks as she looked up at him. His skin had regenerated and healed, but he was naked. She snorted, finding it amusing. She had given it her all and all she had managed to do was strip him. Her father had been right she was a pathetic failure. "Are you ready for me to take the pain away now?" he asked quietly, his dark eyes calmly finding and holding her light ones. Elle closed her eyes for a moment and swallowed to wet her dry throat. "Go ahead. Get it over with. Take my power and kill me." She told him, struggling to her feet and meeting his gaze with all the defiance she could muster.

His long, masculine face lit up for a moment as his lips curved into an amused smile. He held up his hand and then flexed his finger and her eyes widened as after a few false starts he had a small ball of electricity floating over his palm. "I already have your power, Elle." He informed her, his smile becoming lopsided. "Well then just kill me already." She told him as she winced, feeling her power start to ravage her insides once more. She'd thought having used so much of it might have given her a little more respite, but she was wrong. He lifted his hands and she prepared herself, he knew what he could do. It might be painful, but her life had been nothing but pain for the last several months, at least it would be quick. He gestured with two of his finger and instead of being held by the unseen force of his will in preparation for him to slice open her skull or whatever he had planned, she found herself free as the manacles opened and dropped from her wrists.

"What do you want from me?" she asked in anguish as she wrapped her arms around her midriff in a vane attempt to sooth the growing pain inside her. "Just... just kill me, please... please!" she pleaded as the pain spread to spark across her nerves. He tears were back, but felt them turn to steam as her power started to arch and spark along her skin. "Kill me, dammit!" she shouted at him as he knelt in front of her and before she could do anything, wrapped his arms around her and gathered her to him. She smelled burning flesh her energy into him, but all he did was hold her tighter and she found herself clutching back at him for the comfort. "Elle you need to stop hating yourself, hating your power. You need to accept it. Make peace with who and what you are and you will find peace with your power too. Your powers are hurting you because you want to hurt yourself. You just need to stop." He suggested in the deep calm voice that had attracted her to him all those years ago, before... "But... But I deserve to be punished for the things I've done. I... I deserve to suffer." She sniffed as she found the truth of his words within herself and for a moment she was in control of her power again before it flared up again and she cried out in pain.

"You have to let the past go, Elle. Circumstances were what they were and you did what you had to. Your way your father raised you, The Company, these are things you had no control over. Take control now, Elle. We've all done things. You know what I was, what I've done. Forgive yourself, Elle. Accept yourself and find peace. It's the only way to make the pain go away." He urged and coaxed, rocking them slightly from side to side. She let her eyes flutter closed and rested her cheek on his shoulder as calm spread through her and the pain her power was causing abated. She laughed as she dashed away the last of her unshed tears and then became aware of his nudity, proximity and something pressing and poking against her belly through the thin material of the prison smock she wore.

"Errr... Sylar... You're kinda poking me." She told him as she lifted her head and wormed a hand between down and wrapped her fingers lightly around his erection to verify what it was. "Oh sorry... Must be the adrenaline and excitement." He apologized and started to move away, but he stopped and his head rose, his eyes widening as they met hers when she tightened her grip and started to explore his length. Elle pressed her straight, white teeth into her lower lip as she measured and explored Sylar's rampant manhood. He throbbed with life against her grip. He was well above average and thick and she felt her body react with arousal, feeling a new buzz building in her as she felt her nipples start to stiffen and her sex twisted and flexed against itself with a warm flood of lubrication.

"Elle..." he started, but she stopped him by placing a finger across his lips. "Just lie back." She instructed, moving her finger from his lips to the centre of his chest. "Elle... I don't think..." he started, but stopped when she slowly shook her head. "You told me to take control, so let me." She told him and he slowly dropped back at under the insistent pressure of her finger. He straightened his legs out on either side of her and she let go of his shaft long enough to strip off her smock, little trickles of static making her skin tingle as the material slid across it. She'd never worn a bra in her life, under wire tended to have a shocking effect on her, literally, The air felt cool on her breasts as she felt the skin tighten as her nipples stiffened to erect, prickly little peaks. She slid back a little and grasping the base of his cock, lowered her head. She lapped lightly at his pointed dickhead, feeling a shiver of reaction go through him before she lowered her mouth onto him.

His hips bucked slightly and she corrected to accommodate him as his thick shaft stretched her lips and she hollowed her cheeks as she sucked at him and swirled her tongue of his smooth, hot, pulsing skin. She nursed at him for a moment and then started to bob her head, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could while stroking the rest with a tightly clenched fist. She heard him groan and she adjusted her movements to match his slowly undulating hips. Her hair had fallen down across her face and she felt his fingers gather the blonde curls out of the way and twine into them above her head to keep them in place. She flicked her eyes up to his face to find him watching her intently and she drew back all the way until just his tip was between her lips. She swirled her tongue around it, feeling him lurch against the grip of her hand. She smiled seductively and winked before taking him into her mouth again.

He really was thick and she found herself, for the first time, having trouble taking a man deeper than her mouth. She had always enjoyed the power of being able to take all any of her lovers had been able to give her, so she took it as a challenge, even when he told her to stop trying, that what she was doing felt amazing, she persisted. And, after a few gagging, coughing false starts she managed to find the angle, pressure and overcame the urge to back off long enough to slide him into the tight confines of her throat. His fingers tightened in her hair and he hissed as she buried her noise in the dark, curly fur of his pubes while swallowing and rippling her throat around him. She had to breath in hard through her nose as she held him their, and his spicy, masculine scent tantalized her nose and made her sex flutter with anticipation.

She started to bob her head again, not quite letting him leave her throat and she could feel him resist the urge, a little unsuccessfully to pull her mouth onto his shaft. She resisted playfully, but let him dictate the pace as she lightly fondled his balls or rhythmically kneaded his thigh. She went down on him with all the skill she possessed, varying her angle and experimenting with movement, feeling his hips buck and his breathing speed up in response. She felt a tremor go through him and was surprised when his hand tightened in her hair on an upstroke instead of a down one and he all but pulled her sucking mouth off his manhood. A thin strand of spittle connected his dick to her lips as her saliva glistened along his shaft and his hands restrained her from lowering her head once more. His chest was heaving and she could see his jaw clenching and unclenching in rapid succession. The look in his dark eyes was exciting as well as just a little frightening. She had seen that hunger and desire before and the recipients of those attentions had died screaming.

He released her hair and raised his hand and the fear spiked. He clenched his fingers and then opened his hand. She felt the force of his will push against her and then focus on her pants. She felt the material press against her skin and then he thrust his hand out and with a ripping sound and sharp pressure against her legs, her prison issue pants and white cotton panties were torn asunder and flung away leaving her as naked as he was. His hand slid onto her hips and she shifted, barely needing any guidance or urging from him until she was straddling him before rising up and grasping the base of his cock. She relaxed a little and her eyelids fluttered, but didn't quite close as she guided him through her moist, slippery folds. His fingers bit into the flesh of her waist as she seated him at her entrance, his dickhead wedging into her, stretching her slightly. He kept her poised there, his eyes searching hers as she licked nervously at her lips before smiling. He smiled back and she gasped, her breath hitching as he relaxed his hold and let gravity along with his slowly rising hips impale her onto his shaft.

Elle leaned forward, her fingers splaying on the hard, smooth plains of his chest, his nipples pressing into her palm while she let her head drop down as the fiery friction of his shaft stretching and filling her sent pleasure snaking into her loins and up her spine. She felt little sparks arch between her fingers and his skin and groaned, both with the delight of his manhood piercing her intimate core and she slowly circling her hips to adjust to his thorough invasion of her while grinding onto him as his ass settled back to the floor, but also the effort of trying to remain in control of her powers. His hand left her hip and dragged her hair out of her face and made her look up. "You don't have to hold back, Elle. You can't hurt me." He offered, thrusting up into her and drawing another gasp from her as he sent a low jolt of electricity arching into her where they were connected.

She caught her breath at the pleasure spiked through her along with the jolt and grinned down at him. She started to rock her hips, moving him inside her, making him slide back and forth. She increased her range of movement and cupping her ass he matched her pace. Sparks arched, snaked and flew between them as they strained together, thrusting, pumping and humping, hips circling and rolling as she rode his length from stem to tip and back again with wild abandon. His strong fingers kneaded her firm ass, testing the resilience of her flesh as he lanced into her tight centre, her channel flooding with sex grease to aid him. She tested his hard, heaving, chest with her fingernails, pinching and tweaking his hard little nipples, making him growl and thrust up harder into her in response.

Electricity flowed in a rising and ebbing tide between them, charging the sweet tension at her core as she felt her climax build in leaps and bounds. She ground on him with his cock deliciously buried to the hilt inside her and reached behind her and took his hands off her ass and transferred them to her breasts. His hands felt hot on the already heated skin and she let out a soft cry as a tendril of energy sparked between her palm and her nipple, sending a shockwave of sensation into her chest. At, her urging, he mauled her breasts, squeezing the firm globes with flexing fingers and then rolling, flicking and tweaking her nipples, making her arch her back and press them into his hands as she continued to rise and fall on the thick, rock hard and unflagging virility of his manhood. His grunts and groans mixed with her moans, gasps and cries as they urged each other on.

Sylar slid one hand off her breast and under her arm and she had to brace herself as he pulled himself into a sitting position, his hand clutching at her shoulder. He captured her lips with a hard, demanding kiss and she wrapped her arms around him to clutch at his flexing, shifting shoulders as she eagerly opened her mouth and titled her head to give him the access he desired. They sucked at each others lips as they slid sinuously together. Their new position made for shorter, but faster and harder thrusts and counters. Their tongues dueled and wrestled, battling across the ramparts of their teeth. She broke the kiss only when breathing became an issue and she need to suck in as much air as she could to fuel her pounding heart and continue the wet collision of her body with his. Energy arched off them and into the cell around them, lighting everything in shades of whiter and blue as she curved her spine around his forearm and guided his head to her breasts with her fingers wound into the dark curls of his hair. Sweat trickled down her back and formed a slick film for their skin to slide along as he groaned around her nipple, sending vibration along her skin.

They were both breathing hard, panting with the exertion they eagerly shared. A wild energy, different and separate from her power, had been born in her belly and was now violently roiling and clawing at the restraints she'd put on it, testing her ability to control it with greater and more intense determination. It whispered insidiously about the joy and bliss of simply releasing it as it made her quiver, and her channel clutch at his thrusting shaft while another part of her screamed for her to keep it contained and continue the deliciously torturous process of feeding it and increasing its strength. His teeth grazed the skin of her areola before nipping and worrying at the resilient nub of her hard pink nipple and her nails dug into the hard muscles of his back as they writhed and ground together. Her skin felt like it was on fire, her nerves singing as electricity and pleasure danced across them in almost equal measure.

The beast in her belly would no longer be denied and roared through the pounding of her blood in her ears, as quivers became tremors. Elle felt the scream start in the pit of her stomach and with a heavy shudder she threw her head back and gave voice to it, letting it erupt with her climax. Pleasure exploded through her, white-hot shrapnel of bliss tearing across her already frazzled nerves, her sex locking and squeezing around him as if to try and crush him. She vaguely heard him gasp and let out a stuttered cry as the opposite happened and he swelled against the tightened grip of her orgasmic snatch before pumping the liquid heat of his essence into her to mingle with her own torrent. He continued to hump into her as his cock expanded and contracted, spurting his seed into the inviting, steamy inferno of her core, sending more waves of delight cascading through her.

Elle had closed her eyes at some point, but dazzling sparks and snaking bolts of raw electricity lit up the darkness behind her eyelids as her power surged along with the pounding waves of her climax, lashing out and grounding against the floor and walls of the cell. She had never felt anything like it, total freedom, total release, as, for the first time in her life, that she could remember, she just simply let go. She floated in that moment for what felt like an eternity, yet when the world reintroduced itself, it was too soon. Her climax began to wane and with it the power that fueled her perfect sense of satisfaction. Her lungs burned as she gulped in air, he heart pounding against her ribs and she twitched as her muscles misfired in rapid succession. She felt his arms around her and for a frightening moment, she desperately wanted to struggle and be free of them, but then he was pulling her along with him as he sank to the floor.

She relaxed and let her legs straighten as he stroked her hair and back n a slow, soothing, repetitive rhythm and she rested her cheek on his chest. She felt his heaving chest slow as he got his breathing under control and she patterned her own recovery on his, listening to his strong heartbeat return to normal with hers. She groaned softly as nature took its course and he shrunk out of her, her snatch clenching in a last ditch attempt at holding him in place and failing. A sense of calm and lethargy came over her. She felt drained and revitalized all at the same time and then she smiled as she felt his lips press lightly to the top of her head. "Are you okay? You looked a little... dazed." He asked his voice resonating with concern. She lifted her head enough to turn it so that her other cheek was resting on his chest and she could look up to see his face.

"I'm fine... I'm wonderful. That was... Was absolutely amazing. We really have to do that again and again and again." Elle responded with a smile as she squirmed slightly on top of him, feeling the warm moisture of their combined juices trickle out onto her swollen folds and inner thigh. He chuckled and his chest vibrated under her cheek. "Do you think that might get in the way of us working together? Mr. Petrelli was hoping once we helped you get your powers under control you'd join us and help make the world a better, safer place for everyone. Would you like that?" he asked in a quite, serious voice. She would have said anything, as long as it allowed them to do what they had done again, but she actually considered his questions. "No and... Yes." She replied after a silent, pregnant pause.

"No, I don't think we'll have a problem working together while still having great sex unless it becomes more than sex, and then... and then we'll just have to see." She clarified, admitting her sense that there might be more than just mind-blowingly good sexual chemistry between them. "Fair enough, but I can't promise it will be anything more than sex, Elle. I don't want to lead you on or mislead you in any way. I... I don't know if I'm even capable of anything more." Sylar admitted, his tone thoughtful as if he were thinking the idea through and voicing it as he went along. "That's okay, Gabriel. I don't know if I am either." She agreed with quiet honesty as se snuggled against his solid form.

THE END