Author's Note: I'd like to take the time to thank everyone for reviewing.
el85: more elle/noah bonding to come. i seem to get distracted with syelle smut and fluff. lol
ellavee: if peter does some up i'm not sure what he'll be. haven't worked that out yet. though a love triangle is one of my very very many ideas. just because I love Peter. Not as much as Sylar, but yes Peter love is there.
CHAPTER 14: Two of a Kind
"There's a killer in me hoping, hope that you're the one." – Pain, Four Star Mary
"Hi my name is Gabriel." His hands were tightly wound together cupping each other as if to stop himself from choking the bearded man beside him.
"Hi Gabriel." Everyone in the support group stated in a neatly formed circle. They all looked and sounded tired. He swallowed down his pride and started speaking. He had down this before. Why was it harder this time?
"It's been two weeks since I last . . .used." Word sounded weird against his tongue. His face clad with thick rimmed glasses. "And I'm feeling . . . lost." So lost he hadn't heard from Elle in a long time. Felt like forever. He dipped his head down not able to look at the drug addicts. "When I used . . . I was completely selfish. I didn't think about . . . consequences. What I did to others. To the people I loved." He heard something off setting in the corner.
He didn't want to pay attention to the image. It started yesterday. He had been looking for another job in the paper, watch repair didn't exactly pay the rent when people thought you weren't open. He had suddenly remembered the name of the only woman on the list he had he didn't kill. That's when he showed up.
Gabriel peered up at the man. Himself dressed in black sticking his hands in his pocket kicking a chair in anger. He mouthed his apology. Gabriel rolled his eyes trying to ignore him, but the man entered the circle of people.
"Hi." He sounded annoyed. "My name is Sylar. It's been a good two weeks since I've buried my hands into someone's brain and enjoyed the fine art of killing." His eyes flashed to Gabriel, suddenly and dangerously. "I'd like that feeling back." He was in his face now. Gabriel and Sylar just staring each other softly until Gabriel could look away.
"Recently," He closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them Sylar had disappeared from his sight. "I've been seeing these visions. Ghosts from my past. Things that I remember. People I've hurt."
"Ah, but that is where you're wrong Gabe." Sylar said his name like they were old buddies. Weren't they? He came in from the side. "You never hurt me. You fed me. Gave me delicious powers than took them away." He sat himself across the room. "Now that hardly seems fair. Give someone something than change your mind about it." He was alluding to something. Gabriel balled his hands up into fists. "She gave herself to you than like any little bitch she snatched herself away. Big old tease."
"Shut up." It was soft. He knew shouting in public like this would only get himself committed. Everyone was already looking at him funny. "I'm trying so hard to stay clean, but I can't help remembering what it felt like to . . .use." Sylar just smiled laughing to himself.
"Right so that feeling of a new ability, doesn't even have to be a good one, that feeling is what you like. Sating the beast. The hunger. I bet you get off more on killing than you do on her." He grinned softly almost laughing again. Gabriel cringed holding back.
"I ruined my life to get that feeling. I just . . . was going through some stuff and now . . .I want it how it was before." Gabriel did. Before Elle died. He wanted it like that again.
"You can't unstain your soul." Sylar smiled at the man. "I mean you might as well get it dirtier. She's never going to love you like she did before." He stood up coming over to him. Inches from his face. "Face it all you can do is let it take over you." He grinned broadly. "Let it kill her." He lost it.
"No! I'd never . . ." He looked up realizing he was standing. Facing his alter ego face to face. He pulled back sitting down. Back recoiling. Sylar just laughed as he walked over to sit next to the leader of the group session.
"Hey. Are you okay?" Gabriel just looked at his hands as he spoke.
"Does this guy look okay?" Sylar whispered in the dark skinned man's ear as if he could hear him. "I mean look at him. Pathetic glasses, pressed shirt, pressed pants, hasn't got an income coming in, hasn't gotten laid in weeks." Gabriel ground his teeth nodding his head.
"Let's get this moving than shall we." Sylar just smiled looking over at Gabriel as some crack whore started talking about her childhood and how her father beat her while in a drunken stupor.
"You don't belong here." Sylar stated pressing his feet in a relaxing position. "We're better than this. Better than these drug addicts, prostitutes, whores, pot heads. We are strong. Powerful. More powerful than anyone in this room. We're special." Gabriel just dipped his head down.
"You still think you can pull through with this." He almost laughed at the thought. "Make it a month without killing, well you know using your power is going to trigger you one day. You're going to get that feeling in your bones. Maybe even when you are unclasping that beautiful woman's bra and she sparks just right and you move your finger just the right way." It was cruel all the things this vision was creating. Sylar. The killer inside him.
"You'll have a dead blonde on your hands." He talked about her like she was nothing. Gabriel peered up at him biting back everything he was feeling. "I have to admit I'm a bit scared. You have a great deal of control. I mean first when you two are screwing." He half smiled. "You hold back. I can sense it. You want to hurt her. That's why you ask." He dipped his head down making a sad face. "Did I hurt you?" He said so pathetic and lost. He started to laugh. "We both know what Elle needs is someone to hurt her."
Gabriel got up. Someone protested, but he couldn't fathom staying any longer. He had to go. Scream this out with this other self. He promised to come back he just couldn't stay in there any longer.
"Running away?" Sylar asked as he hurried down the streets of New York. "Like the scared little boy you are."
"I don't want to hurt anyone." Gabriel explained pulling at his pressed shirt. Sylar just laughed following him.
"Want, right. Need. Oh you need to hurt someone. Fresh blood. Fresh brains. How is that going to feel? Ever wonder what hers will feel like?" Gabriel snapped back looking at the man in the eye. His imagination conjured cruel things.
"I've already felt her blood on my hands." He pointed out. Sylar actually genuinely seemed surprised. "And I didn't like it one bit." He bit back anything else and continued walking toward his building.
Sylar disappeared for a time. Until he unlocked his doors and entered his apartment. A good ten minutes. Gabriel rolled his eyes seeing the image sitting in the plastic coated chair. He didn't smile, but watched.
"Thought I'd disappear on you?" Sylar quipped softly. Gabriel just laughed going into the refrigerator to retrieve some water.
"No, you are going to be here for a month." He poured water into his glass. "I'll just have to live with it." Sylar was actually disappointed that Gabriel seemed to accept him now.
"She hasn't called yet." Sylar looked toward the man who was swallowing down a big gulp of water. "Are you scared she forgot about you?"
"She's giving me space. Time." He drank some more. "You should try it sometime." The two smiled identical grins.
"Nah," Sylar stated. "I'm having so much fun. Why would I ever want to leave?" Gabriel just continued drinking. "She's not going to call you know." Gabriel just shook his head.
"If she doesn't I deserve it." He looked down into his glass. "She'd been through so much than to find out what I've done."
"Right Eden." It was as if Sylar were recalling an old friend. Gabriel's ears stung at the name. "Now of all the people in the world to slip up on I think Eden would be an excellent choice. She hurt ou . . .Elle." Gabriel paused looking up at the figment. He set the glass down.
"What?" Gabriel asked coming toward the image. Sylar looked a bit stiff than out the window. "Did you just try to say 'our' Elle?" Sylar shook his head in denial. "Oh, so what? You like her? Love her?"
"Hey whoo there buddy!" Sylar held up his hands. "Love is going a bit far." Gabriel tried to keep himself from bursting out laughing. This was just too much. "She's hot. Better than hot. I mean . . . she's blonde, blue eyes, curves, perfect sized breasts." His imagination was day dreaming he almost fell to the floor. "Perfection. Hot. Smoking. Perfection."
"No kidding?" Gabriel laughed ready to sink into the chair. He did and the image of Sylar hovered over him. "So any way I love her? All that talk about killing her was what . . .?"
"She's hot!" Sylar protested walking away from Gabriel. "That's all I'm saying."
"Oh," He nodded his head seeing that he was frustrating something inside himself. God he had a sick mind. "So you think I hold back? Want to know the truth? I do." Sylar's head twisted in a way that confused him. "I hold back because I'm afraid if I hurt her she won't wake up. The closest I got to giving in fully was when she came back to me the first time. The hunger hurts me there too." Sylar licked his lips.
"Well I'd give her what she needed." He grinned half way. "A good strong dose of rough sex. She'd be screaming my name." Yes his name. Sylar. It was always Gabriel. Never Sylar.
"She never says your name though. Always mine. Always Gabriel."He grinned pressed his back against the plastic making it squeak. "You know why?" Sylar already knew, but that didn't stop the real one from explaining. "She loves me. She always will, so stop trying to pass yourself off as what she really needs. I've made her come and orgasm so many times I know for certain that I am just the right amount of rough and gentle for her." Sylar couldn't fault him with that. "Now when I close my eyes and open them again you'll be gone."
He shut his eyes imagining Elle's face. Her lips moving to tell him he was doing good. Not to stop what he was doing. Whether it was a sexual fantasy or not he wasn't sure. Instead when he opened his eyes he was alone, but he knew Sylar would be back. If he loved Elle as much as he did he'd try to screw him up more.
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"Stop ogling!" Claire called at the bratty fourteen year olds who scurried up the stairs after dinner. Elle choked a laugh as she scrubbed away the pizza stains from the white dish. Sandra was busy cooing at Mr. Muggles as her daughters in a sense proceeded to do the dishes. "I hate my brothers' friends. Whenever they come over they stare like they haven't seen a girl with boobs before." Claire chuckled softly drying the dishes as Elle soaked them.
"Imagine if we dressed slutty." Elle said softly. "Their eyes would be popping out of their heads." Claire laughed along with Elle. Giggling like they had been sisters for years. All their lives.
"Girls stop plotting to destroy your brother's friends." Sandra stated with an unserious tone.
"Sorry Mom." Elle smiled toward the woman who was more a mother to her than anyone in her life had ever been. Claire dried the last dish. Sandra smiled at the two young girls.
"Remember the Bennet van to Los Angeles is leaving early tomorrow. Your father is getting home much later so I will be driving most of the way." Mrs. Bennet explained.
"I can drive on the way back if you need me to." Elle offered remembering that the trip was for many reasons. One Mr. Muggles was in a show there. Two Lyle wanted a trip with his two closest friends. Three because Claire and Elle were in need of sister bonding.
"I think you are my favorite daughter Elle." Sandra kissed the top of her head as Claire just laughed. Mr. Muggles even agreed licking Elle's cheek.
"I'm only this good because you're so good to me." Elle admitted hugging Sandra.
Two weeks had passed since she had left Gabriel. Since he had decided to go clean. Claire had talked to a counselor about what happened with Brody. He actually had a broken arm the next day. Charges weren't filed, but Claire just needed someone to talk to. Elle had been helping Mrs. Bennet with Mr. Muggles' shows recently. Taking him places, buying him things. She'd warmed up to the dog. Things had been busy these weeks.
Lyle had soccer practice and sleepovers. Claire and Zach had decided to go to senior prom together. It was a mutual decision. Zach wasn't afraid to be himself, but Thomas, the boy he had been seeing was confused. Wasn't sure if he wanted to come out fully so they had split. Claire begged Zach to come have fun at the prom. They both needed it. LA was the perfect place to get a prom dress. Elle was excited. She never went to prom because her dad was poor and didn't have the money to get her a decent dress.
Elle was ready to get dress and sneak into bed. She put on a white baby doll after brushing her teeth and using the bathroom. She turned her lips downward as she saw one of Lyle's friends peek out from his room at her walking down the steps. Boys were little horny devils. Elle just rolled her eyes. No way she was changing her dress habit tonight.
She snuck into her room aka the office. She slumped into the cot taking her phone in her hand. She felt awful for not calling him. Two weeks without his voice hurt her too. She just was busy and figured he needed time to adjust to the new schedule. She flipped her phone open strolling down for his name. She knew she'd be calling him sooner or later. She wanted to call him tonight before they went to LA for their little trip. Two days. Maybe she'd send him a picture of her in a bikini. The cute one with the pink and white stripes.
It rang once. She cuddled in the covers resting her head against the pillow. Her hair was a little below her shoulders now. Once it got longer she'd get it cut. She wondered if he wanted her hair long. Did guys like long hair? It rang only one other time.
"Hello." Oh he sounded so tired. Maybe she had woken him. She was wide awake, but she forgot about the time difference. Though it was midnight in Texas.
"Did I wake you?" She asked with a little more innocence than she meant. She heard him shift.
"No . .. well . . .yeah, but I'm awake now." He let a lighter tone crawl into his voice. "It's good to hear your voice Elle." He still sounded tired, but Elle just smiled to herself.
"Me too." She cooed like a five year old. "What have you been up to? Sorry it took me so long to get a hold of you. Sandra's got me as Mr. Muggles personal assistant. It's show time for the pup." He laughed lightly.
"Not much really. Going to support group meetings. Doing some repairs. Got a delivery job at night. Actually you caught me on my night off." He sounded like he was content with the situation.
"It sounds like progress." Elle said softly feeling her body let out a sigh.
"It is. I'm getting better. Thanks to you." She blushed. Why she wasn't sure? Maybe she missed him. She knew she missed him. She wished he was next to her instead of thousands of miles away. "So," He paused a smile in his tone. "What are you wearing?" She giggled softly to herself.
"Not even two minutes and already you're into that." Not like she minded. She definitely was hoping he'd ask.
"It's very lonely here. Doesn't help that I don't dream and work late. No time for me. No time to try and relieve my frustration." She laughed softly at his tone. Frustrated was he?
"That how you put it?" She teased softly. "I prefer to say relieve the tension." She had only done it a few times in the two weeks. Again she was busy. "Tiny little flowy baby doll. No bra. Thin white cotton panties." Very specific for him. She heard him gulp. She could have sworn it. "You?"
"Just an under shirt and some old black pajama pants." He stated as if it were nothing. As if he were thinking about her little body curling around him.
"Oh sexy." She sounded like she was teasing, but wasn't really. In truth Elle would have found anything sexy at the moment. Somehow the horny little boys made her equally horny. Maybe it was the hormones mixing. "Sleeves or no sleeves?" She pictured him grinning if he knew what she liked he'd say what she wanted.
"No sleeves." He said in a sexy tone that made her wet. Just his voice was making her wet.
"God," She breathed closing her eyes to imagine it. She loved his arms. Tracing the veins in her sleep. "How pathetic is this?"
"It'll get more pathetic." He assured her. She hid a laugh knowing it was true. They'd down the phone sex thing, but not well. They weren't good at it. Actual sex, now that they were good at. "Take your panties off." He instructed as if he were there next to her.
"Yes Sir." She cooed. She took not too long to wiggle out of her panties pushing them to her ankles. She pet herself softly giving into a deep moan. "Want to take your pants off? I'm already wet." She dipped her finger into herself lightly remembering how she practiced. She imagined Gabriel's big hands fiddling her gently.
"I bet I can make you wetter." He insisted as she heard him shuffle.
"You could try." She hummed softly holding the phone with one hand as her fingers circled her clit nicely. "It's just your voice making me wet tonight. Imagine if you put yourself in me." She moaned at the thought pushing a finger lightly inside herself. He cussed on the other end. "What? What's wrong?"
"I forgot boxers." He said almost angry at himself. She just got wetter. "I came. You made me come and you didn't even say anything that dirty." He had come too soon big deal. She moved her finger inside her.
"I'll make you come again." She told him her voice sounding sexier with each breath. "I've been doing your excises."
"Have you?" He asked with a quaint little smile. "They working for you?"
"I'm fingering myself." She whispered to him. "Should I put another finger in?" She was rocking herself on her one finger smiling. It did some good, but not much.
"You can take it Elle. God you can." He sounded like he was holding back. She slipped another finger in gasping as she rocked her fingers in and out.
"You hard?" She breathed rapidly arching her body just right.
"So much. Very hard. Touching it. Rubbing against it. I can't wait for you to sink on me. Ride me like you did at the watch shop." She rode against her fingers.
She pumped hard barely paying attention. She could hear him moan through the phone. Come again. She felt wetness drip on her fingers. She turned burying her head in the pillow and dropping the phone on the floor with a thud. She cried into the pillow hard coming as her body sputtered with desire. She breathed loudly trying to catch her breath. She caught up the phone. She was still connected.
"Sorry." She panted. "Still there?"
"Yeah." He breathed equally exhausted. "We came together that time. You know I find it hard to come without you. It's not as strong without hearing you at the very least."
"Aren't you glad you're half way o your goal?" She cooed breathing loudly. She was.
"A month is going by too slow, but I'll manage. You're a great goal." She smiled hearing the loving tone in his voice.
"Got me exhausted. We're going to LA for the weekend." She told him suddenly.
"Sounds fun. Enjoy yourself." He sounded like he was still trying to get himself together. "Do you have to go?"
"Did you come? Did you enjoy yourself? Should I talk more about my plump breasts and raised nipples?" She asked wondering if he still had more to let out.
"I could do this all night, but you have to get some sleep princess." She heard his joking tone. She wished she hadn't gotten off so quickly. She twisted her right nipple with her thumb and forefingers. She moaned softly. "Elle go to sleep." Maybe he sensed how he had gotten too much out of her.
"Alright, but only because you are begging." She decided taking her fingers from her ripe perked nipple. "Next time I see you I'll make you beg for more." Again she wondered if she heard him swallow. "I love you baby." She wished truthfully.
"I love you too. Lots. Good night my sweet Elle." She wished him goodnight as well turning the phone off.
She sighed heavily satisfied. As she relaxed she realized that she wanted to see him much more than she originally thought. Her body was aching for him. Her mind dreamed of nothing more than him. He was becoming Gabriel again. He'd be hers again in a matter of two weeks.