Fiction: The Day After Part 1
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kethniTitle: The Day After Part 1
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kethniand boudecia7
Pairing: Matt/Mohinder, Matt/Elle
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Follow-up to A Day in the Life, which came with numerous scary warnings re: noncon, abuse, bdsm and eeeevilness.
Matt
This is the closest to freedom that we get. Sylar is away on state business for a few days and Elle is completely in charge. It’s obvious that she loves it, loves sneaking in even earlier and going home even later, she’d sleep here if she could, loves bringing in food, loves exploring ‘doggy style’ in the playroom.
Mohinder wouldn’t dream of it but one of us has to stay on her good side. She leaves him in the cage, shaking the bars unable to shout after us, and takes me into the playroom, not cooing or fluffy but demanding and insistent.
“Been looking forward to this for weeks Matty,” she says breathlessly, and I hear the fabric rustling as she strips off. “Have you been looking forward to it, have you sweetie?” She’s waiting for an answer.
I nod and there’s a slight thump as she dives down to remove the restraints. I feel her bare skin brushing against mine and know that she’s completely naked. A few days without Sylar and all the barriers come down.
“Are you going to be a good boy Matty?”
Nod.
“Say it,” she urges. “Say you’re going to be a good boy.”
The words slur together but she can understand the meaning well enough. I don’t talk much as a rule.
“Are you going to show me how much you love me?” her hand wraps around my cock and she tugs too harshly, making me yelp. “I’m sorry Matty,” she says penitently. “Show me how, hmm?”
I put my hand over hers and stroke my cock gently.
“Was Daddy a little rough with you when he said goodbye?” Elle asks sympathetically.
Nod.
“He’s a guy, sometimes they have to roughhouse to show affection.”
She kisses me suddenly, catching me unawareness. All teeth as she bites at my lips and tongue.
“It’s nice sometimes to roughhouse,” she murmurs, pulling her hand away. There’s a crinkle and a rip, then the familiar unpleasant cold of a condom being rolled onto my erection. “Are you going to roughhouse with me? Hmm?”
Nod.
“Good boy.” She moves away, there’s a soft thump as she drops a pillow onto the floor to lean on, and I hear her breathing change. “Come on Matty,” she urges.
I turn towards her voice, reaching out for her. Heat is coming off her. My hand finds her ankles and she giggles. I slide my hands up her legs as I kneel up, my thighs protesting at the change in my enforced habitual position.
Elle makes a soft, discomforted ‘oh’ as I push inside her and grip her hips with my hands. She’s leaning down on her forearms. She’s muttering to herself, hard, hard, hard. I ignore and thrust into her slowly, trying not to imagine she’s Mohinder. She clenches around me and pushes back.
“Do me harder Matty!” she whines.
I can feel her squirming a little, lust and need and blissful ache filling the room with the smell of her arousal. Whining and demanding and pleading and ordering when I can’t even kiss Mohinder.
She’s mewling a little as I fuck her, legs sliding slightly on the floor as my fingers bite into her thighs.
“Too much, too much,” she gulps. “Matty please...”
I’m leaning on her and she’s slipping forward. One of my hands slides along her back, pushes her face down into the pillow. The other hand pulling at her leg, tilting her body so that I’m still inside her, her other leg kicks out but I kneel on it.
She’s gasping into the pillow as I come. I back away and wait.
It takes her a while to recover. It always does.
Eventually I hear her kneel in front of me and kiss my nose. “Good boy Matty.”
This way is the worst. Mohinder loathes the gag, not even being able to see makes up for it. I hear her cajoling him to behave as she takes him out for his walk. She leaves me loose in the lab. I’m so broken to it they don’t even think it’s worth locking me in the cage. I’m feeling my way around the edge of the room when I kneel on something hard and sharp. I rub my knee and then try to work out what it is. A screwdriver, it must’ve fallen from one of the drawers. I can’t hear Elle outside. I clutch the screwdriver in my hand and crawl over to the cage. I move around the side and slide the screwdriver under the mattress. Then I make my way into the cage, climb onto the mattress, and try to nap.
It’s almost a relief for Mohinder when Elle swaps over the gag and blindfold. She coos over me as my eyes water in the flickering fluorescent light. Without Sylar here to drag one of us upstairs we’re caged separately for the night; me in the cage and Mohinder in one of the small transit cages.
“I’ll see you boys tomorrow,” she says, kissing around the gag. “Be good!”
I nearly break my teeth prying off the padlock on the gag before I give up and concentrate on the cage door.
“Matt?” Mohinder calls softly. “Are you alright?”
I make a noise of assent and keep working.
I can’t break the lock on the cage but then this was designed for animals, not people. The screws holding the lock on are easily accessible.
“What’s going on?” Mohinder asks.
I catch the screws and the lock as it falls off the door. Waves of anxiety and hope are flooding off Mohinder. He’s trying desperately to tell himself not to get his hopes up.
The lock on his cage is even easier. He spins around instantly, gesturing at the blindfold.
I can’t get the blindfold off. I grab his hand to guide him out.
There’s a massive noise and we’re suddenly both reeling. Someone looms over me and I rear backwards, grabbing for some sort of weapon.
“Parkman, Parkman, it’s Bennet,” he says calmly. “I need you to relax. We’re going to get you and Mohinder out of here but I need you to put down the glass flask.”
They hustle us out into a van, wrapping blankets around us, and someone uses bolt cutters to remove the gag and the blindfold. Mohinder launches into my lap, arms wrapped around me, lips pressed to mine.
His lips are dry and flaking, and I know I’m drooling a little. But it’s good, it’s so good, to touch him, to be able to see his eyes. His fingers are in my hair, clutching as if he’s never going to let go.
They give us some clothes to change into. They itch and chafe, and I’m unbearably hot. They look away as we struggle to dress in the confines of the van. Wherever we’re going it’s a long trip. We stop at a service station to refuel and Bennet lets us out to stretch our legs.
It’s difficult to balance and my legs are protesting. Mohinder clings to my hand. He doesn’t smile, even as he looks up at the stars up above, he just squeezes my hand more tightly.
Elle
03:19 Ohgodohgodohgod Just got the phone call. Can’t believe it. They told me not to come in. So worried about my poor puppies.
03:26 Can't sleep can't think can't do anything but watch the news coverage. How could they bomb us? How? & when the boss isn't even there.
04:47 Boss just called me@ home worried about puppies too. Asking did I lock the cages properly - could they have got out in the fire? No :(
05:35 Got the word to go in. Boss flew in or something got there v quick. Not seen him like it. Shaking angry crying sick - no sign of puppies :(
06:06 Boss keeps saying maybe puppies r okay but I LOCKED them in. It's my fault. It's all my fault. Can't believe it. My Matty, my poor Matty.
07:42 Puppies NOT HERE. NOT DEAD!!! Please please please let them be okay. Poor babies out somewhere lost & alone. Look for them please?
08:16 Boss is so angry. Did I let them out? NO! Never. Did I let Baby out? NO. Did I take Baby home? NO. Wish I had. Wish they were here.
10:53 Puppies have been STOLEN by resistance!!! Karma spotted on traffic camera with known terrorists. Please don't let them hurt my babies.
12:25 So worried. Baby needs lots of attention he’s quiet & never complains. Karma doesn't know how to be quiet. They'll hurt him I know they will
14:42 Boss so quiet & angry. Someone gave info helping terrorist. Someone who wanted to let the babies go. Keep asking was it me. NONONO!
ElleBishop/Tweet
17:52 Puplover @elle_bishop Any news on your lost furbabies?
18:46 Puplover @elle_bishop Hope everything is okay honey, starting to worry a little. No pressure!
19:26 fuzzy_bunny @elle_bishop Oh! Saw the news. So sorry all those poor ppl dead. No news is good news thought right?
20: 51 fuzzy_bunny d @Puppylover did you get a reply from Elle? Not like her to go quiet like this. God, I hope they didn't find her boys dead
21:03 Puplover d @ fuzzy_bunny No, nothing. Emailed her three times. Will try and ring.
22:10 fuzzy_bunny d @ puplover I don't have your email. God. Shouldn't have to do it like this. Rang her cell. Got her Dad. There was an accident
22:11 fuzzy_bunny d @ puplover cont 2 upset to explain rly. Head injury he said. Prbly didn't suffere v much. Can't believe it. Just can't.
Part 2
Authors:
kethniand boudecia7 Pairing: Matt/Mohinder, Matt/Elle
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Follow-up to A Day in the Life, which came with numerous scary warnings re: noncon, abuse, bdsm and eeeevilness.
Matt
This is the closest to freedom that we get. Sylar is away on state business for a few days and Elle is completely in charge. It’s obvious that she loves it, loves sneaking in even earlier and going home even later, she’d sleep here if she could, loves bringing in food, loves exploring ‘doggy style’ in the playroom.
Mohinder wouldn’t dream of it but one of us has to stay on her good side. She leaves him in the cage, shaking the bars unable to shout after us, and takes me into the playroom, not cooing or fluffy but demanding and insistent.
“Been looking forward to this for weeks Matty,” she says breathlessly, and I hear the fabric rustling as she strips off. “Have you been looking forward to it, have you sweetie?” She’s waiting for an answer.
I nod and there’s a slight thump as she dives down to remove the restraints. I feel her bare skin brushing against mine and know that she’s completely naked. A few days without Sylar and all the barriers come down.
“Are you going to be a good boy Matty?”
Nod.
“Say it,” she urges. “Say you’re going to be a good boy.”
The words slur together but she can understand the meaning well enough. I don’t talk much as a rule.
“Are you going to show me how much you love me?” her hand wraps around my cock and she tugs too harshly, making me yelp. “I’m sorry Matty,” she says penitently. “Show me how, hmm?”
I put my hand over hers and stroke my cock gently.
“Was Daddy a little rough with you when he said goodbye?” Elle asks sympathetically.
Nod.
“He’s a guy, sometimes they have to roughhouse to show affection.”
She kisses me suddenly, catching me unawareness. All teeth as she bites at my lips and tongue.
“It’s nice sometimes to roughhouse,” she murmurs, pulling her hand away. There’s a crinkle and a rip, then the familiar unpleasant cold of a condom being rolled onto my erection. “Are you going to roughhouse with me? Hmm?”
Nod.
“Good boy.” She moves away, there’s a soft thump as she drops a pillow onto the floor to lean on, and I hear her breathing change. “Come on Matty,” she urges.
I turn towards her voice, reaching out for her. Heat is coming off her. My hand finds her ankles and she giggles. I slide my hands up her legs as I kneel up, my thighs protesting at the change in my enforced habitual position.
Elle makes a soft, discomforted ‘oh’ as I push inside her and grip her hips with my hands. She’s leaning down on her forearms. She’s muttering to herself, hard, hard, hard. I ignore and thrust into her slowly, trying not to imagine she’s Mohinder. She clenches around me and pushes back.
“Do me harder Matty!” she whines.
I can feel her squirming a little, lust and need and blissful ache filling the room with the smell of her arousal. Whining and demanding and pleading and ordering when I can’t even kiss Mohinder.
She’s mewling a little as I fuck her, legs sliding slightly on the floor as my fingers bite into her thighs.
“Too much, too much,” she gulps. “Matty please...”
I’m leaning on her and she’s slipping forward. One of my hands slides along her back, pushes her face down into the pillow. The other hand pulling at her leg, tilting her body so that I’m still inside her, her other leg kicks out but I kneel on it.
She’s gasping into the pillow as I come. I back away and wait.
It takes her a while to recover. It always does.
Eventually I hear her kneel in front of me and kiss my nose. “Good boy Matty.”
This way is the worst. Mohinder loathes the gag, not even being able to see makes up for it. I hear her cajoling him to behave as she takes him out for his walk. She leaves me loose in the lab. I’m so broken to it they don’t even think it’s worth locking me in the cage. I’m feeling my way around the edge of the room when I kneel on something hard and sharp. I rub my knee and then try to work out what it is. A screwdriver, it must’ve fallen from one of the drawers. I can’t hear Elle outside. I clutch the screwdriver in my hand and crawl over to the cage. I move around the side and slide the screwdriver under the mattress. Then I make my way into the cage, climb onto the mattress, and try to nap.
It’s almost a relief for Mohinder when Elle swaps over the gag and blindfold. She coos over me as my eyes water in the flickering fluorescent light. Without Sylar here to drag one of us upstairs we’re caged separately for the night; me in the cage and Mohinder in one of the small transit cages.
“I’ll see you boys tomorrow,” she says, kissing around the gag. “Be good!”
I nearly break my teeth prying off the padlock on the gag before I give up and concentrate on the cage door.
“Matt?” Mohinder calls softly. “Are you alright?”
I make a noise of assent and keep working.
I can’t break the lock on the cage but then this was designed for animals, not people. The screws holding the lock on are easily accessible.
“What’s going on?” Mohinder asks.
I catch the screws and the lock as it falls off the door. Waves of anxiety and hope are flooding off Mohinder. He’s trying desperately to tell himself not to get his hopes up.
The lock on his cage is even easier. He spins around instantly, gesturing at the blindfold.
I can’t get the blindfold off. I grab his hand to guide him out.
There’s a massive noise and we’re suddenly both reeling. Someone looms over me and I rear backwards, grabbing for some sort of weapon.
“Parkman, Parkman, it’s Bennet,” he says calmly. “I need you to relax. We’re going to get you and Mohinder out of here but I need you to put down the glass flask.”
They hustle us out into a van, wrapping blankets around us, and someone uses bolt cutters to remove the gag and the blindfold. Mohinder launches into my lap, arms wrapped around me, lips pressed to mine.
His lips are dry and flaking, and I know I’m drooling a little. But it’s good, it’s so good, to touch him, to be able to see his eyes. His fingers are in my hair, clutching as if he’s never going to let go.
They give us some clothes to change into. They itch and chafe, and I’m unbearably hot. They look away as we struggle to dress in the confines of the van. Wherever we’re going it’s a long trip. We stop at a service station to refuel and Bennet lets us out to stretch our legs.
It’s difficult to balance and my legs are protesting. Mohinder clings to my hand. He doesn’t smile, even as he looks up at the stars up above, he just squeezes my hand more tightly.
Elle
03:19 Ohgodohgodohgod Just got the phone call. Can’t believe it. They told me not to come in. So worried about my poor puppies.
03:26 Can't sleep can't think can't do anything but watch the news coverage. How could they bomb us? How? & when the boss isn't even there.
04:47 Boss just called me@ home worried about puppies too. Asking did I lock the cages properly - could they have got out in the fire? No :(
05:35 Got the word to go in. Boss flew in or something got there v quick. Not seen him like it. Shaking angry crying sick - no sign of puppies :(
06:06 Boss keeps saying maybe puppies r okay but I LOCKED them in. It's my fault. It's all my fault. Can't believe it. My Matty, my poor Matty.
07:42 Puppies NOT HERE. NOT DEAD!!! Please please please let them be okay. Poor babies out somewhere lost & alone. Look for them please?
08:16 Boss is so angry. Did I let them out? NO! Never. Did I let Baby out? NO. Did I take Baby home? NO. Wish I had. Wish they were here.
10:53 Puppies have been STOLEN by resistance!!! Karma spotted on traffic camera with known terrorists. Please don't let them hurt my babies.
12:25 So worried. Baby needs lots of attention he’s quiet & never complains. Karma doesn't know how to be quiet. They'll hurt him I know they will
14:42 Boss so quiet & angry. Someone gave info helping terrorist. Someone who wanted to let the babies go. Keep asking was it me. NONONO!
ElleBishop/Tweet
17:52 Puplover @elle_bishop Any news on your lost furbabies?
18:46 Puplover @elle_bishop Hope everything is okay honey, starting to worry a little. No pressure!
19:26 fuzzy_bunny @elle_bishop Oh! Saw the news. So sorry all those poor ppl dead. No news is good news thought right?
20: 51 fuzzy_bunny d @Puppylover did you get a reply from Elle? Not like her to go quiet like this. God, I hope they didn't find her boys dead
21:03 Puplover d @ fuzzy_bunny No, nothing. Emailed her three times. Will try and ring.
22:10 fuzzy_bunny d @ puplover I don't have your email. God. Shouldn't have to do it like this. Rang her cell. Got her Dad. There was an accident
22:11 fuzzy_bunny d @ puplover cont 2 upset to explain rly. Head injury he said. Prbly didn't suffere v much. Can't believe it. Just can't.
Part 2
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Date: 2009-12-13 04:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-13 08:59 am (UTC)We were both interested in the effects it'd have on Matt and Mohinder. Although Boudecia7 did the heavy lifting there :)
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Date: 2009-12-13 04:11 am (UTC)Love the Matt/Elle scene!! Mmmmmm. I feel bad for Matt in the scene, but Elle couldn't help herself around Matt and I can't say that I blame her :P
And Sylar killed her!!! OMG! Sylar is sooo going to do anything to get Baby and Karma back!!
Two of my favorite writers doing a story together *sigh* Love you guys!
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Date: 2009-12-13 09:01 am (UTC)I feel a little sorry for Elle, girl wasn't right. But she did get lots of sex with Matt :P
Thanks hon!