Assimilation (fic) Part 1
Author: Razycrandomgirl
Title: Assimilation Part 1
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Eden/Sylar
Disclaimer: Don’t own them. Just like to play with them sometimes.
Spoilers/Time Line: Early season one if any thing
Summery: Eden has some fun while Sylar is detained
Author’s Notes: Thanks to
albion1919&
sinemoras09for the abundance of awesome smut fanfiction
Fandom: Heroes
X-Post @ Eden/Sylar
The rustle of her close, the sound of it was too much after the full nothingness that occupied the cage where they kept him. The smell of her perfume was thick in the air; his nostrils welcomed the fresh scent with deep breaths.
He feels her voice calling to him. “Gabriel?” His mouth watered but he made mo move. “Answer me Watchmaker.”
“What do you want now?” He lay taut; still he did not open his eyes.
“My, aren’t we learning? You’ll find out soon enough Gabriel Gray.”
He hated when she called him by his weak given name. He knew she knew it too. He didn’t want her here, not if she was going to call him that. “My name is Sylar”, he whispered to himself, twisting onto his side; away from her. She moved closer to him, her footfalls even sounding amused.
“That may be what you called yourself when you were outside, but that’s not who you are and we both know it. Not while you’re in here. Sit up!”
The muscles in his shoulders tensed at the sound of her voice. He felt an invisible push as his body started to move. Body and limb flexed as the brain tried to fight it. The most he could manage was to keep his back to her. It’s a small victory, but even that doesn’t last long.
“Look at me.” His body shakes with resisting tension and something else he doesn’t want to acknowledge. Swiveling; he tosses one leg, then the other turning to face her.
The look in his eyes is ice cold and she suppresses a shiver as she continues to move toward her. She backs away as he stands up, up, up his eyes on her the entire time. He sees the hesitation in her big round eyes. Fingers itch and his hands move to comprehend her.
“Stop”, His hand does but his mouth twists into an ugly smile.
“Do you even know what you want, Little Mouse? You fall to pieces when you’re not pulling the strings. I can see it in your eyes … how lost you really are.”
“Can you see this, Gabriel? I want you on you knees now.” His stare digs in, hollowing her out as he sinks slowly to his knees.
“So many pieces, I could fix you.”
“Like you did all those other poor people? No thanks. Lower. Bow down; I want to see you kiss the floor, you bastard.”
He whispers harshly, “Please … no more”.
“Begging already? We haven’t even started” Eden tugged at her knee length skirt, curling it in her small hands. She lifted her foot to his shoulder shifting her weight to it. Sylar gritted his teeth grunting at the pain in his shoulder. “Good, still tender.” She smoothed her foot down to the edge of his shoulder kicking out against it. “On your back”
He fell onto his back with the force of the kick, curling away from his left side, gasping in pain. His hand brushed up next to her ankle, fingers drawing around the flesh and delicate bone. He dug his thumb into the tendon. “No.” She jerked her foot away from his hand, a warning in her tone, and then moved to stepped on the wrist. He groaned again.
She transferred her weight onto his wrist feeling the bone scrape the ground beneath them and she smiled. “How’s that feel, Mr. Gray? How does it feel to be someone’s prey? How does your wrist feel under my foot, Gabriel?”
She ground her foot down as he turned his body towards hers, curling it around the pain. Shifting the weight to his right side as the pain from his injured leg started to shoot.
“Please …”
“I’m sure you’ve heard the word said many times, in different voices, octaves, tones, languages even.” Digging the ball of her foot into the tender flesh she finally moved to step over him heading for the tiny cot just beyond him. Eden perched herself on the edge and watched him cradle his bruised wrist.
He turned over to his knees tucking the injured arm protectively in his lap, head still bowed to the ground. He turned his face away from her; trying to catch his breath. He waited quietly, listening to his breath and the sound of her tapping foot bouncing off the walls; it was slowly driving him mad.
Sylar decided he’s had enough already and liked to skip to the end of it.
“I’m sorry” the plea pushed roughly against his throat making it ache. He tried to sound defeated, broken, knowing that’s what it took to end it. He let a shiver run down his spine, caressed the floor with his uninjured hand. He let the cool concrete distract him from the pain in his body, pressing his fingers in to the grooves. Letting it dig into his skin.
Her foot scrapped against the floor the sound of it hard in his ears.
“Come here, Gabriel” her voice was deceitfully soothing and calm. “I want to see your face.” He cringed not wanting to move knowing that if she saw him she’d know. His body twitched but he fought it. “Gabriel” … she purred.
He felt his body jerk the way it always did when she called to him. Digging his fingers into the ground beneath him, his stomach turned with repulsion and eagerness. He crawled over to her, favoring his right side, avoiding her eyes. He kneeled in front of her, close enough to feel the heat of her flesh rise off of her in soft puffs.
Her clothes made soft noises as it brushed against her skin. He brought his hands to her legs touching them softly.
“You know what to do.” She cooed, flexing her foot, running it along his thigh. She tilted her head a tiny smile pulling at her lips. He hesitated then pushed his hand between her knees stroking down and caressing the calf.
Eden bowed over him cradling his head in her arms. Her fingers started a slow trail over his scalp, smoothing along his neck and shoulders. She kept her palms flat as they rode out the muscles in his back. Her mouth was close to his ear and he could feel the heat, the moisture. It made him ache. Eden leaned over reaching down to curl her fingers under the hem of his shirt and peeled it off like a liquid. “You’re hands are cold.” She stood up suddenly knocking him back a little as she threw the shirt over her shoulder. Turning sharply on her heel stared hard at him and said:
“What are you waiting for, Watchmaker? Assume the position.”
Part 2