HEROES - "Discipline" (Sylar/Maya) [English]
Title: Discipline
Fandom: Heroes
Characters: Sylar, Maya Herrera [Mohinder, the Haitian mentioned more than once]
Pairing: Sylar/Maya [implicit]
Rating: PG
Words: 760 (W)
Prompt: I need your discipline, / I need your help / I need your discipline, / You know once I start I cannot help myself Discipline {Nine Inch Nails}
Warnings: One-Shot, Angst, UST, Villains-Timeline.
Summary: She was concentrating and he knew that it wasn't only to be sure she was strongly trapping him, avoiding any possible escape.
Notes.
- Dedicated to razycrandomgirl who requested it. The Italian original version can be found HERE.
- This is not betaed. So please if you find ANY errors, let me know! Thanks :)
Discipline.
I need your discipline,
I need your help
I need your discipline,
You know once I start I cannot help myself
Discipline { Nine Inch Nails }
*
"He's waiting for you outside, isn't he?"
The question - he knew that - was terribly taken for granted, that's why it sounded ridiculous. He laughed, while Maya was imprisoning his hands with two heavy ropes fixed to one of the girder that sustained the ceiling of the room.
She didn't answer.
He remained thoughtful, for a few seconds, gazing at her attentive and busy eyes.
She was concentrating and he knew that it wasn't only to be sure she was strongly trapping him, avoiding any possible escape.
Mohinder was waiting for her outside. He assured her that Sylar could do her no harm. She didn't understand how he would have managed to but soon after that a giant dark skinned man by the unfathomable expression had appeared.
He did not address a single a word to her, and Mohinder simply pushed her inside the room, begging her to be quick enough.
"I've improved, you know?" She asked, finally stopping to look straight at his face.
There was no comprehension in her eyes, just despise and thirst for vangeance.
She was more beautiful, more convinced and more dangerous than he could remember.
"In doing what? Speaking English?"
A noisy slap hit him right in his face, forcing him to bench his head.
While he was gazing back at her again, incredulously, he felt a terrible burning spreading on his cheek.
He suddenly burst out laughing, amused by the warlike expression on that face by the sensual and furious features.
"Okay. Maybe you weren't referring to the language after all," he conceded. He would have added something more, but another slap (the second one in one minute time) reached him again with extraordinary speed.
Maya quickly benched over him, pressing her hands on his arms, sinking her nails into his flesh.
"Doing this," she whispered just a few centimetres away from his mouth.
While the sweetish scent of her skin was filling his nose, Maya's eyes became black and deep like the darkest of the nights.
The Haitian could perfectly managed to neutralize Sylar's powers and let the woman's unleash upon him.
"I taught you that - didn't I?" He asked right when his gaze succumbed to the blackness too, and his breath died into his throat.
Maya was pressing against him, without leaving any distance between their bodies.
Her hands were holding him against the wall, her hips were pushing against his and her breath was suddenly mixed with his senseless whispers.
"Ask for forgiveness," she murmured, in an order more than a request.
"No, I won't."
"Come on, Gabriel...," she said in an undertone, "I need your help."
She was pulling his leg with some kind of ill-concealed disgust that was twisting her expression and lips.
"You know I need discipline," she added, moving closer to his face.
"Kill me," was the only thing that came out of his mouth.
His lungs were on fire and his blood was painstakingly throbbing in his temples, continuously hammering him.
He could feel the warmth of her caramel body invading his own, as if invisible flames were touching his hips and hands.
He would have wanted to abruptly take her face with his fingers and kiss her, ripping all that darkness that was poisoning her eyes off her.
"No... you must live," she answered, reducing the intensity of that devastating power to allow him to slightly breathe, "to atone your sins and ask for forgiveness."
"Forgiveness? To whom, Maya?"
"To yourself. To me... and to everyone whose life you poisoned, Gabriel."
"Poisoned...," he bewilderingly murmured, following the light movements of her mouth.
Maya had moved even closer, almost brushing against his lips with hers.
A sudden shiver ran along his spine, a shiver of excitment and impatience.
"You're like poison," she continued, "you get under skin and destroy anything you find."
She whispered that words just a few millimetres away from his face.
Maya slowly left the grip of her hands, raising one of them.
She grazed his neck with her fingertips, slipping on his chest, reaching his waistline.
It looked like she was about to caress him, but she quickly turned away.
"You'll have to pay for what you did," she said again, making the deadly effects of her power stop.
Sylar would have liked to answer that he was already doing that, but Maya rapidly quitted the room.
Once she was left it seemed like she had carried away all the air between those four walls.
Fandom: Heroes
Characters: Sylar, Maya Herrera [Mohinder, the Haitian mentioned more than once]
Pairing: Sylar/Maya [implicit]
Rating: PG
Words: 760 (W)
Prompt: I need your discipline, / I need your help / I need your discipline, / You know once I start I cannot help myself Discipline {Nine Inch Nails}
Warnings: One-Shot, Angst, UST, Villains-Timeline.
Summary: She was concentrating and he knew that it wasn't only to be sure she was strongly trapping him, avoiding any possible escape.
Notes.
- Dedicated to razycrandomgirl who requested it. The Italian original version can be found HERE.
- This is not betaed. So please if you find ANY errors, let me know! Thanks :)
Discipline.
I need your discipline,
I need your help
I need your discipline,
You know once I start I cannot help myself
Discipline { Nine Inch Nails }
*
"He's waiting for you outside, isn't he?"
The question - he knew that - was terribly taken for granted, that's why it sounded ridiculous. He laughed, while Maya was imprisoning his hands with two heavy ropes fixed to one of the girder that sustained the ceiling of the room.
She didn't answer.
He remained thoughtful, for a few seconds, gazing at her attentive and busy eyes.
She was concentrating and he knew that it wasn't only to be sure she was strongly trapping him, avoiding any possible escape.
Mohinder was waiting for her outside. He assured her that Sylar could do her no harm. She didn't understand how he would have managed to but soon after that a giant dark skinned man by the unfathomable expression had appeared.
He did not address a single a word to her, and Mohinder simply pushed her inside the room, begging her to be quick enough.
"I've improved, you know?" She asked, finally stopping to look straight at his face.
There was no comprehension in her eyes, just despise and thirst for vangeance.
She was more beautiful, more convinced and more dangerous than he could remember.
"In doing what? Speaking English?"
A noisy slap hit him right in his face, forcing him to bench his head.
While he was gazing back at her again, incredulously, he felt a terrible burning spreading on his cheek.
He suddenly burst out laughing, amused by the warlike expression on that face by the sensual and furious features.
"Okay. Maybe you weren't referring to the language after all," he conceded. He would have added something more, but another slap (the second one in one minute time) reached him again with extraordinary speed.
Maya quickly benched over him, pressing her hands on his arms, sinking her nails into his flesh.
"Doing this," she whispered just a few centimetres away from his mouth.
While the sweetish scent of her skin was filling his nose, Maya's eyes became black and deep like the darkest of the nights.
The Haitian could perfectly managed to neutralize Sylar's powers and let the woman's unleash upon him.
"I taught you that - didn't I?" He asked right when his gaze succumbed to the blackness too, and his breath died into his throat.
Maya was pressing against him, without leaving any distance between their bodies.
Her hands were holding him against the wall, her hips were pushing against his and her breath was suddenly mixed with his senseless whispers.
"Ask for forgiveness," she murmured, in an order more than a request.
"No, I won't."
"Come on, Gabriel...," she said in an undertone, "I need your help."
She was pulling his leg with some kind of ill-concealed disgust that was twisting her expression and lips.
"You know I need discipline," she added, moving closer to his face.
"Kill me," was the only thing that came out of his mouth.
His lungs were on fire and his blood was painstakingly throbbing in his temples, continuously hammering him.
He could feel the warmth of her caramel body invading his own, as if invisible flames were touching his hips and hands.
He would have wanted to abruptly take her face with his fingers and kiss her, ripping all that darkness that was poisoning her eyes off her.
"No... you must live," she answered, reducing the intensity of that devastating power to allow him to slightly breathe, "to atone your sins and ask for forgiveness."
"Forgiveness? To whom, Maya?"
"To yourself. To me... and to everyone whose life you poisoned, Gabriel."
"Poisoned...," he bewilderingly murmured, following the light movements of her mouth.
Maya had moved even closer, almost brushing against his lips with hers.
A sudden shiver ran along his spine, a shiver of excitment and impatience.
"You're like poison," she continued, "you get under skin and destroy anything you find."
She whispered that words just a few millimetres away from his face.
Maya slowly left the grip of her hands, raising one of them.
She grazed his neck with her fingertips, slipping on his chest, reaching his waistline.
It looked like she was about to caress him, but she quickly turned away.
"You'll have to pay for what you did," she said again, making the deadly effects of her power stop.
Sylar would have liked to answer that he was already doing that, but Maya rapidly quitted the room.
Once she was left it seemed like she had carried away all the air between those four walls.