Title: Scarlet's Walk (Chapter 4)
Rating: NC-17 (Eventually)
Summary: The sequel to a "Devil In A Miniskirt". Elle and Sylar's roadtrip to New York. AU take on Season 2. Chapter 4: Sylar had felt uneasy as soon as she suggested that he drive this time.
Sylar had felt uneasy as soon as she suggested that he drive this time. She always wanted to be the one behind the wheel, the one in control of things, everything, even the radio station. So for her to give up that control so easily, so willingly, it had to mean only one thing: she was up to something. She was planning something. The only problem is he couldn't figure out what she was planning. He could never tell what was going on in that twisted little mind of hers. He couldn't wait until he had his powers back, so he could crack her head open and see just what made her tick.
He smiled to himself at the thought. It was going to be so much easier once she was dead. No more temptations. No more distractions. He could go back to his goals. Goals that didn't include stupid ideas like pinning her to a wall and fucking her until she couldn't stand.
Though he might still do that one before killing her. Just for the hell of it. Knowing her, she'd probably enjoy it. She didn't seem like the type who liked it gentle or sweet.
He was snapped out of his thoughts by the chirping of her voice.
"Gabriel, it's time for another lesson," she purred, licking her lips. They were still red, strained from the Slush-O she had bought when she had last forced him to pull over. It had been rather….difficult to watch her suck on that drink the whole time (he had a feeling she made the act so suggestive on purpose) after the little make out session they had shared back in that motel. God, that had been a lapse in judgment on his part, to say the very least.
He seemed to make a lot of those when he was around her.
He glanced over at her, raising one of his eyebrows at her. "I'm a little busy driving right now, Elle. I think your little lesson is going to have to wait."
"Nonsense." She grinned, that familiar gleam in her eyes sent off alarms in his brain. That was never, ever a good sign. "Why do you think I asked you to drive?"
"For shits and giggles? So you could take a nap?" He shrugged his shoulders lightly. "I wouldn't even begin to fathom how that mind of yours works. Everyone knows you have more than a few screws loose."
"Nope, I slept like a little baby last night. But I had other plans for the car ride, which would make it rather hard for me to drive right now," She smirked at him and without any sort of hesitation placed her hand on his crotch, grasping him between his jeans. She laughed as he gasped out in surprise, swerving just a little bit before he regained control.
"Jesus, fuck woman, why do all of your little lessons involve getting me off?" He growled, finding himself harden underneath her hand inspite of himself. Not that he minded getting blown or anything (and he was pretty sure that's where this was headed) but if they were going to have sexual encounters, he would much rather be in control of them. He hated how she would pull shit like this, but when he tried to engage something, she just pulled away like a goddamn tease.
"You know, most men wouldn't complain about having a pretty young blonde who was willing to go down on them, no strings attached," She replied flippantly as she began to undo his zipper. She ran her tongue over her lips and he felt his cock grow harder at the sight. How could he want someone so crazy so badly? It didn't make any sense. "Besides. Only someone with the best sort of control can manage to drive and get blown at the time. If you start swerving too much, I'll stop. Do you want me to do that?" She asked coyly, running her fingers across his shaft now. The touch was soft, teasing, and not nearly enough.
He growled a little, one of his hands grabbing her by her blonde hair, pulling down a little. "I've had enough of your little games," He pushed her down so that her warm breath was against his erection, causing it to twitch in anticipation.
Elle pressed her lips against his erection, sparking him harshly. He cried out and let go of her hair, cursing loudly as he ran his now free hand against his shaft, trying to alleviate some of the pain. And he thought getting kicked there hurt. "What the fuck was that for?"
"You broke the rules. The lesson is over." She replied, sitting up straight now. Her lips were pursed in a pout, like he had hurt her pride or something. Boo fucking hoo. Like he cared about something like that.
"You're just going to leave me like this?" He asked, gesturing towards his painfully hard cock. God, it was like her goal in life was to leave him with blue balls or something. He was pretty sure he hadn't been this pissed off at someone since he first woke up to discover his powers were gone. What the hell was her problem?
"Yes." She smirked, her fingers lighting up with bright blue sparks. She cupped her hands together, playing with them. "A smart stupid has to learn that if he acts out of line, there will be revoked privileges." She pulled her hand into a gun gesture, shooting a small blast as his crotch again. She cackled a little as he writhed in pain. "Consider this a revoked privilege." Her demeanor seemed to change as she straightened up, reading one of the signs. "On the plus side, we should be crossing the border soon. Then we can head up, and in a few days or so, we should make it to New York."
"Fantastic." He shoved himself back into his pants and went back to focusing on driving, trying to ignore the uncomfortable tightness. It would go away soon enough. He would just have to wait it out. Cause like hell he was going to ask her to help him with it now that she had decided not to go through with things. Last thing he needed was to be in even more debt with her. Fuck that shit. "The sooner we get to New York, the sooner I can get my powers back, and the sooner I can get rid of you."
Elle pouted playfully at that, looking up at him with big blue eyes. "But Gabriel, we were beginning to have so much fun!"
He rolled his eyes at that. "Sorry if our definitions of fun are a little different. "
"I suppose they are. But there's still time for that to change."
"Whatever, I'm sure once we get to New York, you'll find some shiny new toy to play with. Mohinder's pretty good for that sort of thing." He replied, sighing in relief as his body began to relax.
"But why would I look for a new one when you're so fun?" She pulled up her legs, resting them against the dashboard before grinning up at him. "Besides, I told you before Gabriel, I gave you up once, I don't have any plan on doing so again."
"Wonderful. Just wonderful."