Fic: Cry. Sylar/Maya. NC-17, non-con, violence, character death
Title: Cry
Author: sinemoras09
Characters/Pairing: Sylar/Maya, Mohinder
Rating: NC-17, graphic non-con, rape, violence, character death
Word count: 1,388
Spoilers: Powerless
Summary: She won't let herself cry. Dark.
PWP. Graphic non-con, Sylar/Maya, with Mohinder locked in the other room. See above warnings. For razycrandomgirl, who wanted non-con Saya fic.
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"I don't want to rape you, Maya," Sylar says. His fingers caress her throat, draws a soft line down her bare skin and over her beating heart. "Whatever you may believe, I need you to know--I need you to understand--that I do have feelings for you." He brushes a strand of hair out of her face. "You touched me, Maya. Why else would I bring you here?"
"What do you want with me?" Maya asks. Sylar leans in closer, fingers brushing back her hair.
"I want to be your first," Sylar says. "Your only. A girl's first time should be special. More than special. Anyone can have the love of a man. But I can show you the love of a god."
"No!" Maya says. She shoves him off, and Sylar's caught off-balance. He reels backward. For an awful moment, they're staring at each other, Maya shaking hard and Sylar's eyes shining like mirrors.
"You think you're too good for me?" Sylar says. He roughly grabs Maya by the arm and shoves her down. "I could have had you any time I wanted. But I waited, Maya. I knew you weren't ready. But maybe I shouldn't wait anymore. Maybe I should just take what was mine to begin with!"
Maya shrieks. Sylar pushes her down. Maya shrieks again, struggling against his grip. Her eyes begin to blacken.
"Do it," Sylar says. "Cry. Mohinder's locked in the other room, do you really want to kill him, too?"
Maya's chest heaves. She gasps, and the blackness is reabsorbed into her body.
"Good girl," Sylar says. He touches the side of her face, her shoulder, her hip. Dark eyes skimming the soft skin peaking out of her v-neck blouse. Slowly, Sylar bends forward, his face dangerously close to her neck. Maya swallows. She's shaking, struggling to keep control.
"I could make you feel good, Maya," Sylar says. His voice is low, his lips brushing against her mouth. "If you just let me, I could make you feel so good..."
Maya clamps down on his lip. Sylar howls. Maya lurches off the bed.
Sylar grabs her by the arm and shoves her back down. Maya screams. "Big mistake," Sylar says. He swipes his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing blood across his cheek. "Big, big, mistake."
"Please, Gabriél, no--"
"Sylar," Sylar says. "My name is Sylar!"
He shoves her legs open and Maya screams. Large hands tear at her skirt; she bats at him ineffectively.
"Stop it!" Maya says. "Stop! Stop!"
"Does this scare you, Maya?" Sylar asks. "Does it make you want to cry?"
"Please!" Maya says. She struggles but Sylar pins her down, body wedged between her legs. He roughly palms her breasts. Her nipples poke out from underneath the fabric of her blouse.
"Your body betrays you," Sylar says, and he rips her blouse open. "You're getting wet even as we speak."
Maya shrieks at the sudden rough touch of his fingers against her clit, his tongue around her nipple. Black wells up at the corners of her eyes but she screws her face tight, trying not to cry.
"This bothers you, doesn’t it?" Sylar asks. His voice is low and taunting. "You were such a good girl, but look at you now. You hate this, and yet I can make you come whenever I want to."
And as if to show her, he rubs hard against her clit, skimming her panties down her legs. There's nothing she can do; she's outside of herself. She's floating, looking down at her body, which is quaking under his hands. Suddenly Sylar's mouth is right there, and Maya cries out as if in pain.
"Please," Maya says. "Please, no, stop, stop....STOP!"
She's coming. She's coming hard, her body twisting out of her control. Her insides clench and she moans, fighting back tears. She wants to die, she hates herself; her humiliation is palpable.
Sylar rocks back on his heels. "See?" Sylar asks. "That wasn't so bad, after all."
"Alejandro was right about you," Maya says.
"Alejandro was right about a lot of things," Sylar says. "But not this. I would never hurt you, Maya. If you just stay with me...."
He crawls on top of her, and she can feel his hardness scrape against her clit.
"No," Maya says. She shakes her head dully, like a child. "No, no."
"Yes," Sylar says. He kisses her throat. "Yes."
Maya struggles to sit up, but he pushes her down. She struggles, pushing hard.
"Why are you fighting it? Do you really hate me that much?" Sylar asks, and suddenly he's shoving her against the mattress, his hands clamping around her wrists. "Maybe you want me to prove you right. Maybe you want me to rape you!"
"No!" Maya screams. "No, please!"
"This is what you want, isn't it? To be the fucking martyr!" Sylar says, and he jams his cock inside her.
"How does it feel, Maya?" Sylar asks, and he thrusts again. "How does it feel now?"
Maya screams. Pain knifes through her and he's thrusting, stabbing, shredding everything inside her. Blackness rolls out of her eyes and down her cheeks, but he doesn't stop, he keeps thrusting violently. Maya opens her eyes and through the blackness she sees his face clenched in pain.
He wants to die, Maya realizes. Oh God, he wants to die....
He clutches at her arms and shoves his face against her neck, the pace of his strokes quickening. He won't stop, it's as if he's possessed. Maya sees the blackness rolling out of his eyes like tears, and she regains control, reins in the black back inside of her.
Sylar shudders against her, his body limp and shaking; when he rolls off of her, there's a wetness around his eyes that Maya wasn't expecting.
Tears, Maya realizes. They're real tears.
*****
Mohinder is locked in the bathroom. He hears everything. Sylar's taunts; Maya's screams. He hears him raping her, and there's nothing he can do: he sits on the edge of the bathtub, wringing his hands.
The door bursts open and Sylar roughly pushes Maya into the bathroom, slamming the door back shut.
"Maya!" Mohinder jumps up and catches Maya in his arms. Maya clings to him tightly.
"I didn't cry," Maya says. "I came so close, but I didn't cry."
"Did he hurt you?" Mohinder asks, and he can see Maya's contort.
"It's okay," Mohinder says. He hugs her tight. "Molly will know where we are. They'll find us, don't worry."
"No they won't," Sylar says, and he shoots Maya in the back of the head.
Mohinder jumps. Maya falls. Blood pools around the side of her face.
Mohinder looks up at Sylar, stunned. Sylar stands with the gun in hand, the barrel smoldering. The two men stare at each other for what seems like years before Sylar lowers his arm.
"Now no one can have her," Sylar says. His face twists, and Mohinder follows his gaze back down to Maya's body sprawled out on the ground. Suddenly Sylar's eyes harden, and his head snaps back up.
"Be thankful you have that blood of yours, otherwise you'd be dead, too," Sylar says. And then Mohinder watches as Sylar turns sits at the edge of the bed, the gun cradled with his head in his hands.
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A/N: I have no idea if the Spanish spelling of "Gabriel" is Gabriél. I made it up, obviously, lol. If you speak Spanish let me know. :)
2nd Place, Best Dark Fic heroes_het_fic awards
2nd Place, Best Non-Con/Dub-Con Fic heroes_het_fic awards
This is really graphic and violent, and when I say non-con, it's true non-con. The original was A LOT more violent, but I edited the hell out of this, so hopefully it's not as bad. Still, it kinda squicks me out, and I'm the one who wrote the damn thing. lol.
Anyway, read at your own risk.
Author: sinemoras09
Characters/Pairing: Sylar/Maya, Mohinder
Rating: NC-17, graphic non-con, rape, violence, character death
Word count: 1,388
Spoilers: Powerless
Summary: She won't let herself cry. Dark.
PWP. Graphic non-con, Sylar/Maya, with Mohinder locked in the other room. See above warnings. For razycrandomgirl, who wanted non-con Saya fic.
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"I don't want to rape you, Maya," Sylar says. His fingers caress her throat, draws a soft line down her bare skin and over her beating heart. "Whatever you may believe, I need you to know--I need you to understand--that I do have feelings for you." He brushes a strand of hair out of her face. "You touched me, Maya. Why else would I bring you here?"
"What do you want with me?" Maya asks. Sylar leans in closer, fingers brushing back her hair.
"I want to be your first," Sylar says. "Your only. A girl's first time should be special. More than special. Anyone can have the love of a man. But I can show you the love of a god."
"No!" Maya says. She shoves him off, and Sylar's caught off-balance. He reels backward. For an awful moment, they're staring at each other, Maya shaking hard and Sylar's eyes shining like mirrors.
"You think you're too good for me?" Sylar says. He roughly grabs Maya by the arm and shoves her down. "I could have had you any time I wanted. But I waited, Maya. I knew you weren't ready. But maybe I shouldn't wait anymore. Maybe I should just take what was mine to begin with!"
Maya shrieks. Sylar pushes her down. Maya shrieks again, struggling against his grip. Her eyes begin to blacken.
"Do it," Sylar says. "Cry. Mohinder's locked in the other room, do you really want to kill him, too?"
Maya's chest heaves. She gasps, and the blackness is reabsorbed into her body.
"Good girl," Sylar says. He touches the side of her face, her shoulder, her hip. Dark eyes skimming the soft skin peaking out of her v-neck blouse. Slowly, Sylar bends forward, his face dangerously close to her neck. Maya swallows. She's shaking, struggling to keep control.
"I could make you feel good, Maya," Sylar says. His voice is low, his lips brushing against her mouth. "If you just let me, I could make you feel so good..."
Maya clamps down on his lip. Sylar howls. Maya lurches off the bed.
Sylar grabs her by the arm and shoves her back down. Maya screams. "Big mistake," Sylar says. He swipes his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing blood across his cheek. "Big, big, mistake."
"Please, Gabriél, no--"
"Sylar," Sylar says. "My name is Sylar!"
He shoves her legs open and Maya screams. Large hands tear at her skirt; she bats at him ineffectively.
"Stop it!" Maya says. "Stop! Stop!"
"Does this scare you, Maya?" Sylar asks. "Does it make you want to cry?"
"Please!" Maya says. She struggles but Sylar pins her down, body wedged between her legs. He roughly palms her breasts. Her nipples poke out from underneath the fabric of her blouse.
"Your body betrays you," Sylar says, and he rips her blouse open. "You're getting wet even as we speak."
Maya shrieks at the sudden rough touch of his fingers against her clit, his tongue around her nipple. Black wells up at the corners of her eyes but she screws her face tight, trying not to cry.
"This bothers you, doesn’t it?" Sylar asks. His voice is low and taunting. "You were such a good girl, but look at you now. You hate this, and yet I can make you come whenever I want to."
And as if to show her, he rubs hard against her clit, skimming her panties down her legs. There's nothing she can do; she's outside of herself. She's floating, looking down at her body, which is quaking under his hands. Suddenly Sylar's mouth is right there, and Maya cries out as if in pain.
"Please," Maya says. "Please, no, stop, stop....STOP!"
She's coming. She's coming hard, her body twisting out of her control. Her insides clench and she moans, fighting back tears. She wants to die, she hates herself; her humiliation is palpable.
Sylar rocks back on his heels. "See?" Sylar asks. "That wasn't so bad, after all."
"Alejandro was right about you," Maya says.
"Alejandro was right about a lot of things," Sylar says. "But not this. I would never hurt you, Maya. If you just stay with me...."
He crawls on top of her, and she can feel his hardness scrape against her clit.
"No," Maya says. She shakes her head dully, like a child. "No, no."
"Yes," Sylar says. He kisses her throat. "Yes."
Maya struggles to sit up, but he pushes her down. She struggles, pushing hard.
"Why are you fighting it? Do you really hate me that much?" Sylar asks, and suddenly he's shoving her against the mattress, his hands clamping around her wrists. "Maybe you want me to prove you right. Maybe you want me to rape you!"
"No!" Maya screams. "No, please!"
"This is what you want, isn't it? To be the fucking martyr!" Sylar says, and he jams his cock inside her.
"How does it feel, Maya?" Sylar asks, and he thrusts again. "How does it feel now?"
Maya screams. Pain knifes through her and he's thrusting, stabbing, shredding everything inside her. Blackness rolls out of her eyes and down her cheeks, but he doesn't stop, he keeps thrusting violently. Maya opens her eyes and through the blackness she sees his face clenched in pain.
He wants to die, Maya realizes. Oh God, he wants to die....
He clutches at her arms and shoves his face against her neck, the pace of his strokes quickening. He won't stop, it's as if he's possessed. Maya sees the blackness rolling out of his eyes like tears, and she regains control, reins in the black back inside of her.
Sylar shudders against her, his body limp and shaking; when he rolls off of her, there's a wetness around his eyes that Maya wasn't expecting.
Tears, Maya realizes. They're real tears.
*****
Mohinder is locked in the bathroom. He hears everything. Sylar's taunts; Maya's screams. He hears him raping her, and there's nothing he can do: he sits on the edge of the bathtub, wringing his hands.
The door bursts open and Sylar roughly pushes Maya into the bathroom, slamming the door back shut.
"Maya!" Mohinder jumps up and catches Maya in his arms. Maya clings to him tightly.
"I didn't cry," Maya says. "I came so close, but I didn't cry."
"Did he hurt you?" Mohinder asks, and he can see Maya's contort.
"It's okay," Mohinder says. He hugs her tight. "Molly will know where we are. They'll find us, don't worry."
"No they won't," Sylar says, and he shoots Maya in the back of the head.
Mohinder jumps. Maya falls. Blood pools around the side of her face.
Mohinder looks up at Sylar, stunned. Sylar stands with the gun in hand, the barrel smoldering. The two men stare at each other for what seems like years before Sylar lowers his arm.
"Now no one can have her," Sylar says. His face twists, and Mohinder follows his gaze back down to Maya's body sprawled out on the ground. Suddenly Sylar's eyes harden, and his head snaps back up.
"Be thankful you have that blood of yours, otherwise you'd be dead, too," Sylar says. And then Mohinder watches as Sylar turns sits at the edge of the bed, the gun cradled with his head in his hands.
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A/N: I have no idea if the Spanish spelling of "Gabriel" is Gabriél. I made it up, obviously, lol. If you speak Spanish let me know. :)
2nd Place, Best Dark Fic heroes_het_fic awards
2nd Place, Best Non-Con/Dub-Con Fic heroes_het_fic awards
This is really graphic and violent, and when I say non-con, it's true non-con. The original was A LOT more violent, but I edited the hell out of this, so hopefully it's not as bad. Still, it kinda squicks me out, and I'm the one who wrote the damn thing. lol.
Anyway, read at your own risk.