Fic : Rekindling Bishop

[lemomina]

Title : Rekindling Bishop
Authors: lemomina  & do_you_like_pie  ( respectively )
Characters : Sylar / Elle , Noah
Rating : NC-17 ( SMUT)
Disclaimer : I Don't own the character .
Summary : This takes place during the time Sylar killed Bob and got teamed up with Noah but never gets fired in this version
Warnings : Smut (don't worry i'm not the one who wrote it ) , AU ,Dark theme
A/N1 : Thanks to my Awesome friend and Beta bellonablack for Helping out XD * give you a basket of cookies*
A/N 2: do_you_like_pie You are My Amazing Friend and I love you for always being there and saving my ass *hugs*
A/N 3: This was written for di_elle 's prompt , I hope you like it hun ;D

“I want to feel passion,
I want to feel pain.
I want to weep at the sound of your name.
Come make me laugh,
come make me cry...
just make me feel alive.”
~ Joey Lauren Adams~

Elle opened the tab and let the water fall into the sink. She slowly washed her face, her pale, sickly looking face, and then started to brush her teeth. She stopped for a minute to look at herself in the mirror, to look at the woman she had become. She looked drained like she was a drug addict, and the increasing dark skin under her dull eyes made it even worse.
She changed the bandage on her forehead over the little wound that bastard had given her and quickly pulled her hair up into a ponytail. She didn’t bother to put on any make-up. She had stopped caring about her looks awhile ago, and it didn’t matter for her anymore.
There was no one left for her to impress she thought to herself as she walked back into her room that she always had within the Company and finished getting ready to leave on her assignment.
***
As Elle walked to the car, Bennet stopped her, pulling her to the side as Sylar strolled on to the car and leaned against it waiting for them. “Are you okay?” he asked “You don’t look so good. I know you must be bothered by working with Sylar and so am I, but it’s Angela orders.” he stressed to her since he was not happy with this arrangement as well, but he was hiding it better then her.
Of course she wasn’t okay. How the fuck would she be okay? She looked dead, felt dead, and above all that her father was dead. However she nodded her head and flashed a fake smile. She had to work with the bastard who killed him, or she would be out on the streets and lose the only home she had ever so she would fake being okay. She simply nodded her head again as she moved past him. She felt too numb to answer or even talk like she would have normally done.
Today the three of them were sent after a group of the level five escapees. They outnumbered the agents, but that’s why they took Sylar with them. He was the best after all, the most fucking special.
They had a tip that a old warehouse had some strange activity and after another agent scouted it out, it was confirmed that is was the escapees. As the trio walked in, they were instantly attacked and a fight took place.
Sylar in his usual cocky manner looked like he was actually fun as he tossed one of them across the room, but then he noticed Elle was about to get attack. “Careful. Elle!” Sylar shouted at her, which made him wonder why the company girl was on her a-game.
She knew what was happening and wanted it to happen, she just wanted to end this misery as she starred at the fire ball that was coming straight at her. She didn’t flinch or even try to dodge it, just stood there.
Sylar barely managed saved her as he stopped the ball only inches from her face. She was lucky that he was powerful enough to stop it while he was fighting other one. When the fireball stood there inches from her face, she stared at it for a moment. She was shocked, not because she was so close to dying but because that Son of a Bitch saved her life.
She quickly moved from her place and the ball went straight and hit the wall (that was supposed to be Elle’s face). She angrily blasted the Pyro, flooding him with electricity until he fried, but it didn’t make her feel good, not like it used to. She was sadist. She always enjoyed zapping people, frying her targets, and it had always felt good, had made her excited. Other’s pain gave her an adrenalin rush, but now it didn’t. She felt some sort of relief for killing another bastard that was about to kill her but other than that.
Nothing.
They tied up two of the escapees that they were sent after. Elle watched while Sylar stood there with his cocky smirk, tilted head, studying one of them, and suddenly a twinge darkness flashed in his eyes, but then soon flooded them. She bite the inside of her cheeks as her finger twitched for she knew what he was about to do, she only seen that look days before. .
Every now and then, Angela would allow him kill one the guys he capture. This time Elle wasn’t going to let Sylar do it. The man had the power of Persuasion and some other mind mojo, and Elle wasn’t going to let Sylar take it. It had been such a pain in the ass when Eden used her mojo on her, and there was no way Elle was going to let him get it.
He would be way too powerful, and he would be able to play with her mind. She wasn’t going to accept that and he better be ready for a fight. How could Angela be such a daft cow in letting him so this?
Elle shook her head at Angela stupidity as she devised a plan, so before Sylar had the chance to begin cut the man’s forehead. She sent a full blast stream of energy in the man’s direction, hoping to fry his brain. Sylar quickly and with no effort stopped the blast and sent it back into Elle.
“What the hell are you doing?!” he shouted at her, but she barely heard him over the sound of man’s screams or perhaps it was her own screams? She couldn’t tell, because everything all of the sudden went black.
Elle had been knocked out by her own power…how ironic was that. She woke up later in her room with a groan. She laid there, staring at the fan as it moved, listening to the melodic clicking sounds as if it needed to be adjusted. Her life felt so empty. She had no one left. Her father, no matter how cold or cruel he had been, he was better than nothing. He had given her a purpose, a meaning for her life. She always had her father to please, impress, and make proud. She had woken up everyday determined to be her best, to give her maximum performance. Maybe then her father would notice her or even be proud of her. She always was eager to please him and that had given her motivation to keep on going, to put her life in danger. But now it was all gone: her father, her motivations, and her life.
All she had left was the emptiness inside of her.
***
click, click, click. Her heels clicked in a rhythm as she walked closer to his room.
Sylar could hear her coming before she entered the corridor leading to his room. He expected that she was going to go all super crazy on him for what he had done that morning, but if she got too insane he figured it could be a chance to use some mind fuckery on her. After all she was the reason he had taken this power in the first place. He had always wanted to read her, to see how that dark mind of hers worked…
To see how she ticked.
When she entered his room, he expected to hear her heart rate go up, expected to read what was on her mind, but to his disappointment, her heart rate was as steady as a building and her mind was blank, giving him nothing. This made him wonder if she ever used her mind to even think, which was strange since supposedly she had been train since she was kid to be an agent.
Elle had known that he would, of course, try his new tricks on her, so she wasted no time in blasting him with her all might. Blast after blast after blast… there was still nothing. She felt nothing as she saw him scream in agony, his skin burning. He was barely alive.
The sight didn’t move a thing inside her.
She was tired now, after blasting him over and over for an hour. She was drained, and she didn’t have the emotional or physical strength to keep on frying him.
So she stopped, leaned against the wall, and slumped on the floor . She had accepting her fate now. Whatever he was going to do would be better than nothing.
When he had completely healed, he started to cough and slowly stood up, glaring down at her on the floor. “You really don’t that think with that mind of yours, do you,” he asked in a mockery tone
Of course she didn’t.
If she did, she wouldn’t have pulled that stupid stunt. She wouldn’t have stayed around after he had woken up, he thought.
He groaned as he took in the sight of what was left of his expensive new shirt and tossed it at her, which cause her to hiss at him. A dangerous look flashed in his eyes as he coolly informed her “If you didn’t like the shirt Bishop, you could have just told me.” his finger tic, which lifted her up and slam her up against the wall with his telekinesis, bringing her eye-level with him. “Let’s see what’s in that brainless mind of yours,” he said in a low growl, standing inches away from her and moved closer to her.
Elle got a bit scared when he started to lift her off the floor and had panged expression as she slammed against the wall as she closed her eyes. He was getting frighteningly close to her and she couldn’t help but whimper. When he told her that he was going to look in her mind, she wondered what he would find in it. Would it be that she was empty and broken?
She wondered if he would be able to fix her like those watches he had loved to fix. She slowly started to open her eyes. She didn’t want to look him directly in eyes.
They say that the eye is the window of the soul, and she didn’t want him to see in her soul. It was bad enough that he could look in her mind.
***
When Elle finally opened her eyes, Sylar looked directly in them.
They didn’t look as blue as they used to be. They looked dull as if they had lost the spark in them. He raised his hands to put them on her face so he could read her mind. It was a dark place as he expected it to be, but it was a different kind of dark. She was no longer the sadistic sociopath that he had heard about.
Instead, she was a lonely girl, lost in the bigness of life. Aimless, hopeless and empty.
Sylar, despite himself, felt guilt-ridden for her.
He stared at her for what seemed like hours. The old Elle would have snarked at him about how he must be pleased with what he found. This Elle didn’t have the strength to fight and looked back at him, showing her emptiness in the lack of emotions in her eyes.
He touched her face lightly, almost tenderly for he couldn’t help it. Elle was completely broken and really, it’s not a surprise with all the shit she had gone through. He was the main reason for her, just as she was the main cause for him. “Elle,” he breathed as his thumb stroked her cheek, releasing control for her to move
.
When he touched her, Elle thought or she prayed to be filled with some kind of emotion: rage, lust, anything for this man who had ruined her. Nothing happened. Elle was truly unfeeling. She then decided she’d make something happen as she lunged at him, her teeth capturing his bottom lip, tearing hard into them until she tasted blood. Still there was nothing.
She was just a vast black hole.
***
The last thing he had expected was to be pounced on by the lackluster woman, but he wasn’t going to deny her. He was male after all, and she had made the first move. Who was he to say no? He frowned as he pulled away from her, his lips healing.
What was she trying to prove?
***
Elle just wanted to feel something, anything at the moment, and who wouldn’t be the perfect person than him to feel something with. She leaned up and kissed him again. It was a long kiss, but there were no emotions. She pulled away.
“Tell me…” she breathed, but before she could finish, she kissed him again. This time she pushed her tongue through his lips, kissed him deeper than before as their tongues fought against each other. On the verge of breathlessness, she broke and panted, “that you want me.”
He looked at her as if she had lost her mind as he caught his breath “What?” he asked as he tilted his head.
She hated when he looked at her like that, so she pulled him to her, pressed up against him, and kissed him once more as she rolled her hips. “Tell me,” she pleaded against his lips.
“What do you want me to say?” he asked, a little confused. He groaned as she rubbed herself against him. He then knew that what she wanted was to be wanted. Why couldn’t she just feel that his body wanted her? Why did he have to say it? Women and their fucking emotional needs.
What was he suppose to say?
Elle rubbed up against him, feeling how he was excited by the idea, but she needed it to be validated. She tried to kiss up his jaw line, but she just wasn’t that into it. Then she moved to his ear.
“You owe this to me, tell me you want me,” she rasped out.
“Elle…”
She was asking too much of him, didn’t she see that? Then he realized of course not. She was dead on the inside. He shifted her against him and groaned from the situation.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he kissed her and then processed down her neck. “I want you,” he muttered into her neck in-between the kisses.
She thought the words would do something, would spark that fire, but nothing. She shuttered slightly and pulled away, her dark, empty eyes staring into his, and for once in days, they showed emotion, pleading.
“Gabriel…” She brought her hands to his shirt and started to pull it off. “Please make me feel something. You owe me,” she whined.
He pulled back and lifted his shirt up but paused when noticed she had use his real name.
“I…”
He was conflicted. She was an empty shell, looking for more than just sex. He wasn’t sure if he could give her what she wanted. But then she filled the space between them as her hand crept down and started to entice him through his pants.
“Fuck Elle,” he breathed and then nodded his head in agreement.
She offered a weak smiled as her hand slowly rubbed him as she leaned up and kissed him slowly, waiting for something to happen.
A primal growl escaped from his lips as he kissed her passionately, pushing her against the wall. If Elle wanted to feel something, he was going to make her feel him!
He wasn’t very steady with the new powers. He knew how to use it, but he wasn’t sure if he could keep the illusion up while fucking her. He was willing to try, just for her. That thought alone should have worried him. He leaned back tilted his head, doing what he could, and then smirked as he pressed her against the wall and kissed her again.
***
Elle wrapped her arms around his neck as they kissed. She waited for his mind fuckery to take hold, and when his hands moved down to her jeans and started to unbuckle them, she felt a twinge of excitement. Was this really happening? Had this actually worked?
She chuckled.
***
Elle actually chuckled as his fingers made their way down her pants.
He wasn’t sure if what he did really happened. His mind was too focused on being laid, but a chuckle from her was a good sign. He kissed her again as his finger teased her through her panties. She wasn’t wet enough for him yet, not that he minded.
She moaned softly into his finger, their kiss, as she leaned more against the wall as her arousal flooded her body. She could feel it, she could actually fucking feel it. She pulled back from the kiss with a moan. .
Sylar loved that sound and with a twinge of his finger, he pushed her panties to the side. Two fingers started to pump in and out of her. With a few more kisses and a steady rhythm with the fingers, Elle was soon wet. With a light shutter, she was ready now.
Elle wasn’t sure what was happening, but her body felt like it was waking up. Not all at once, but like she was just stirred from a drowsy sleep. Her hips buckled and she moaned again,. She laughed, she just couldn’t contain it. She pressed more against his fingers-- well the best she could with being pressed against the wall--and her body shuttered lightly.
***
Elle’s laughter was melodic to his ear. He wasn’t sure if he had done it, but he knew he was going to take it once again as a good sign. He pulled his finger out of her hot core, lifted her up so her pants could fall off, and carried her to his bed. It wasn’t much, but it would be enough for them.
Her eyes widen in delight as he moved her around. Instantly her hands went to working off his pants as she sat down on the bed with him standing in front of her. With a giggle she looked up at him to watch his face as her hands pushed down his pants and her finger wrapped around his erection.
Sylar grunted slightly as she started to stoke him. He wanted her more than ever now. He tried to keep his hips from moving with her hand. It was a control he wasn’t sure he would be able to handle much longer.
“Elle,” he breathed in husky tone that was dripping with lust. “Oh Elle…”
It didn’t take long for him to get hard and she was more than willing. He bent down kissed her in frenzied, more passionate kiss than any kiss before. He had always wanted to do this with her. The timing had never been right, considering they were trying to kill each other all the time.
She scooted back on the bed, and he leaned over top of her.
“Should we?” he asked because he thought he has a condom somewhere. The just in case one was in his wallet. He didn’t want one, though. He just wanted her.
Elle blinked at his question and then moved slightly to rub against him. “Not tonight…” she breathed because she just wanted to feel him. She wanted to feel alive, and a condom would just suppress the need she had.
Not tonight? repeated over in his mind, and he glanced down with a wolfish grin as he nodded his head. He might be reading too much into those two words, but right now he didn’t care. He was determine to show her why it would more than just tonight that she’d want to be with him. He opened her legs a little wide and with her help, thrust into her.
Elle’s eyes widen with a gasp when he was completely inside her. He didn’t move for a moment. He just stayed there with his eyes shut as if he wanted to remember this moment.
He opened his eyes to see hers looking at him. He could see some life, he could see the vibrant blue start to sparkle again. He slowly started to move in and out of her, never taking his eyes off hers because when her eyes got brighter, his pace got faster.
She was so wrapped up in the intensity of their stare that Elle was flooded with emotions. Everything that had been dead started to feel so enthusiastically.
She whimpered as their pace picked up. Elle wanted to close her eyes. She wanted to enjoy the rush that was building up, but she couldn’t turn away from his stare.
He moved some as he placed his hand by her head, moving at a faster pace, thrusting a little hard now. He kissed her, so he could taste those lips.
“You feel..” he panted out as the kiss broke, but he couldn’t even put into words how she felt. Perhaps like heaven? Only he was never dead to know what that felt like, but she was his angel, somewhat, so this is his heaven.
She moved her hands down his chest, adding a little light static shock for effect and smiled at his hiss. She was sadistic after all and by her doing that showed she was becoming herself again.
The static shock added more momentum to his thrusts, and before long he was pounding into her. Her moans, whimpers, and their panting filled the room, and Elle had never felt more alive as she arched up into him with her hands latched onto his shoulders.
He looked down at her and instantly regretted not removing her shirt. That was going to be the first thing he’d do the next time this happened.
And he knew there would be a next time.
She quivered once under him and her breath wavered as she neared her climax. She was also nearing an explosion of her emotions, but she wasn’t quite there yet.
He was close to his orgasm, but he wanted--for once in his life--to please her. He did owe her. Plus if she was satisfied, she’d come back for more. He moved his hand between them and his thumb found her clit.
“Oh…” she breathed in a raggedy (a ragged?) breath as she stared at him.
“Oh… Gabriel.” she breathed for she was so close. She just didn’t have that extra push yet as her body lightly shuddered.
“Elle,” he grunted “Close your eyes,” he panted out as the pad of his finger pressed hard on her clit. He shifted some, bringing her legs up to pump in and out of her feverishly.
Elle did just that. She finally closed her eyes and let everything flood her.
Every part of her that was dead was fully awake, she could feel everything! Her legs started to shake and then slowly the shakes worked their way up her body. She gasped out as she felt the pit in her stomach burst and a warm sensation saturated her body. She moaned loudly, arching up into him as bright streaks of light illuminated her closed eyes and tears started to roll down her cheeks.
As she orgasmed underneath him, Sylar followed quickly, not being able to hold it in much longer. With a grunt and then sigh, he collapsed on her, inhaling the scent of her hair as he tried to catch his breath, but he felt something wet against his cheek.
***
Elle hadn’t meant to cry.
She had just been so relived to actually feel anything and so she started to weep as he fell limp on top of her.
He pushed himself up and looked at her. Her eyes were still shut with the tears streaming down. With his thumbs, he tried to wipe away them away, but there were too many of them.
“Elle, don’t cry,” he said softly as he kissed some of the tears away. He looked into her mind and he could see this was not done by him, he just unlocked the block her had. Elle’s mind was very awake and it made him smile.
She opened her eyes to his smile and Elle felt a ping of regret for what had she done. He was the enemy, and she just slept with him.
“Get off me,” she snarled as she brought a hand up and wiped away more of her tears.
It had been too good to last, and Sylar did just as she asked. He pulled out and rolled over to the side of her, exhausted. He could say many things to her, but there was nothing left to say.
When he had rolled off her, Elle sat up, and she looked around for her clothing. She got up and got dressed, more confused than she had ever been before.
What had he done to her?
He watched her dress, admiring her. The shirt would have to go next time.
“Don’t thank me for anything,” he informed her cockily. “Just bring some condoms next time.”
Elle shot a glare in his direction, as she slid her pants on, not even waiting to look for her panties. She just wanted out of there now. She scoffed as she walked out the door, not looking back.
Sylar chuckled as the door closed.
The eyes that had glared at him were very much alive.
He now knew he would get to see more of them, in that haze of lust, since he had been the one to bring Elle Bishop back to life.