Fiction: Earthed

[kethni]

Name: Earthed
Grouping: Matt/Mohinder/Elle
Rating: 18
Warnings: Adult language and explicit sex
Note: AU where Elle was not killed (lalala didn’t happen!) and she and Sylar are helping Danko track down the fugitives.
For cmarie972




Geez, why can’t they just fuck already? It’s boring. And what’s with him wanting to bone the uglies anyway? The kid was bad enough, I mean crying after sex WTF? But Danko, isn’t even into me. Not even into me, me! God, what is wrong with the twisted, gross little douchebag?

Not that I’d want him, euw.



“But baby why can’t we do something fun? Why is it all...”

“You know why, I’ve been through this with you and I’m getting sick of carrying you.”

“Excuse me? Excuse me?” I ask. “I am just as...”

“You’ve done nothing Elle, nothing! I’m the one who finds them, who kills them, you’re no help at all.”

He catches the bolt of electricity I throw, and grins. He shoves me back against the wall and kisses me hard. He rips off my clothes and we do it against the wall.

Take that, Danko!

And I’ll show them who can’t kill specials!



So, like, people who are on the run are really hard to find. But fortunately Mohinder is cute enough to attract attention even when he tries to disguise himself.

For real, a little hat? Did he honestly think that was going to fool anyone?

But my baby and gross Danko are off, I don’t know, killing shapeshifters or fucking in restrooms, whatever. So I grab the report and head off after Mohinder.

Of course, I know he’s boning ugly himself now. The way Gabriel talks about Mohinder’s new fuckbuddy you’d think he was shacked up with King Kong. I haven’t met him, yet. Met his dad a couple of times; creepy old pervert used to stare at my tits. Not that I don’t have awesome tits, but gross old men shouldn’t be thinking about them. Euw.

Anyway, Mohinder is pretty. Mohinder is also dumb. Why is that? The pretty ones are always so dumb, like Peter. Holy shit is Peter Petrelli dumb. Mohinder isn’t quite that dumb. But he is dumb enough to have bought groceries with a whacked out credit card while being parked with the number plate visible on the CCTV.

Duh-uh.



Oh, yuck. Seriously guys, this motel looks like it rents by the hour. Is that how you’re making money, pimping Mohinder out? God, how much cash do I have?


Dude, my eyes are up here. Yo, I wouldn’t touch your little bug infested self if you were the last greasy, sweat-stinking motel receptionist on the planet. You should be glad I noticed you have sprinklers or I would’ve torched your ass already. Gross.


They’re in! My baby is going to be proud of me. Mohinder has strength, no problem I just don’t let him get close, and King Kong is a mind reader. Pfft. Please, what’s he going to do, read my thoughts to death? How the hell haven’t these bozos been caught yet? They haven’t even locked the front door...



Oh! Oh! Oh my fucking god. I’m freezing cold and I’m soaking wet and some rat shit bastard has handcuffed me dangling from a rail and... I’m in a shower cubicle and the water is on full fucking flow and it’s like a billion degrees below!

“Hey! Let me out of here you bastards! Let me out of here!”

“Quieten down.”

Shit! I didn’t even see him. How did I not see a guy that size in a room this small? Not as big as I was told, more broad than fat, but shit he still big enough not to be missed. Wait, this must be someone else. He’s not some gross tub of lard and he’s pretty good looking.

“Let me the fuck out of here!”

He is raises his eyebrows. “Miss Bishop, you are in no position to be making demands.”

“Hey, look bud, I just saw Mohinder out and thought I’d stop by and see how he was.” I rattle the cuffs. “Are you trying to give me fucking pneumonia?”

He folds his arms; they’re like slabs of muscle, and stares into my eyes. Shit, nobody knows I’m here and I can’t use my power. Shit, shit, shit.

“You came here to kill us,” he says mildly.

“You’re the mind reader.” Hey mind reader, how about letting down my arms? They feel like they’re going to drop off.

“Hmm mmm,” he agrees.

“Let me out!” I yank on the cuffs and kick out at him.

He catches my legs and hoists them up, then steps into the shower with me. Fuck, he’s strong. Holds me like I weigh nothing. My legs wrap around his waist and he puts his hands under my ass, supporting my weight.

“Arms feel better now?” he asks.

Holy shit, put me up against the wall and pound me senseless please.

“Yeah, a little.” Stuttering? Oh that’s real sexy Elle, real sultry.

“We’re not sure what to do with you Miss Bishop,” he says softly. The water is soaking him through, running down his face and he doesn’t even notice.

“Do?” Fuck me! That’s what you do. In here, in the bedroom, in the corridor if you have to but for the love of god, FUCK ME.

He smiles and look at how full his mouth is. Not girly though, nothing remotely girly about him.

“Miss Bishop, you don’t even know my name.”

Name? Who the hell cares what his name is!

The bathroom door opens. Mohinder looks in and raises his eyebrows.

“I’ve got the heating working.”

“Good, Miss Bishop is about to freeze to death.”



Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me! The fuckbuddy carries me out into the bedroom, god how hot does that make me, and then Mohinder puts these god-awful great rubber gauntlet things on my hands. I am down with the kinky stuff believe me, chains, gags, blindfolds, and hell I will try rubber if they asked me, but these things are not sexy.

“Mohinder I know you have lousy clothes sense, but these are truly hideous,” I tell him.

He smiles the sex-on-the-beach smile and pats my leg. “I’m afraid they’re only designed to stop the user being electrocuted. Or you electrocuting us.”

“Momo, do you think I’d do that?” I ask, fluttering my eyelashes.

“In a heartbeat.” He wraps electrical tape around the sleeves of the gloves until there’s no way I’m getting them off without help. “Matt, are you dry yet?”

“Nearly.”

I crane to see. He’s like twice Gabriel’s breadth but there’s muscle as well. Fuckity fuck he’s hung, thick as you’d like and long, ho baby. I want to take that car out for a test drive. What does a girl have to do to lose the ability to walk straight for a week?

Mohinder’s looking too, licking his lips when he stares at Matt’s ass.

“Landed on your feet there, huh?” I suggest to him. “How’s taking it up the ass working for you?”

He smiles again. “Very well. I didn’t see you complaining when he was holding you either.”

“Only that he wasn’t fucking me. Talk about false advertising,” I complain. “I hate guys who play hard to get.”

Matt sits on the bed behind me and starts drying my hair.

“How did you find us?” Mohinder asks, picking up a towel and rubbing my legs. Rubbing my legs way slower than he needs to. Oh yeah, I’m liking where this is going.

“You got snapped on CCTV using one of your credit cards.” Matt’s massaging my head as he dries my hair, feels so good. “The car you got into had a visible number plate.”

“Oh,” Mohinder says all embarrassed like. “Was that all?”

“Yeah, lucky break for me.”

Mohinder’s reached my thighs and Matt is pulling my wet top up over my head. Oh yeah, come on guys.

“So you wouldn’t be able to do it again?” Mohinder asks.

Matt pulls off my bra and dries my back.

“Depends if you do something that dumb again.” Do something that dumb again, do it every week.

Mohinder dries my stomach and caresses my chest with the towel. “What would you do if you did find us again?”

Matt kisses the side of my face and slides his hand down between my legs, chuckling at how wet I am.

Oh fuck, don’t tease me. Come on, come on.

“Depends what you’re going to do,” I say.

Matt pulls me up onto his lap, facing away from him. Holy shit he’s so hard. Mohinder lies down, head between my legs as Matt lowers me onto his cock. It's a huge thing that stretches and burns me, so good, so good. Hands on my legs, my clit, my tits. Matt biting my neck, Mohinder licking my clit, oh... oh... oh fuck.



It’s dark. Where the hell is the light? All the stuff is gone, they’ve cleared out while I was sleeping. Well, they’ve left my clothes and... aww they took the gloves off. There’s a little card on the dresser.

Sorry to cut and run but we’re sure you understand. Hope if we ever do get caught again it’s you that catches us.
XOXO

God, me too. That was way more fun than killing them.


The End