AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Well fine Gabriel don't admit that you might love her—just admit that you need her.

Just keep seducing her to try and take her powers away…at least you know what you want and you don't want to kill her anymore…

I hope Ariel's ready for the morning after—be warned there's heavy smut in this chapter and then next we get back to the actual plot.

Just warning because when I wrote it, it came out dirtier than I had originally planned, so I have to warn you now.

Not that there won't be anymore smut ever, fyi—there's just a plot to get back to as well, lol.

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Sylar was the first one awake the next morning, and he looked over to see Ariel sleeping next to him. After she'd drifted off Sylar had carried her into the bedroom and covered her up, sighing to himself about what he'd just done. He was officially hers now, and he knew it, and just that thought made him feel like he should be sick to his stomach at what he'd allowed himself to do. This feeling of being connected to her and actually wanting her to be happy was unsettling to him and he kept telling himself it wasn't love—it was just his silly need for companionship. Now that she was so bonded to him though, maybe he would be able to convince her to let him cut the top off of her head and then put it back on so he had new powers and she could still live.

Ariel woke up next, running her bare legs against the bed and soft covers, smiling a little bit. He'd obviously relocated them after she'd fallen asleep from exhaustion, but she did not his arms to wake up to. Part of her had actually hoped that the night before had him want to maybe hold her close to him, but he was on his back, looking up at the ceiling, and she expected this behavior—he was after all Sylar. She swallowed, hoping he wasn't regretting what they had done, and turned on her side, running her leg against his, happy it made him smile. At least a smile meant that he was just as happy about what had happened between them as she was.

"Now that you have me where you want me, you should really take advantage of my weakness and take me out." Ariel told him with a smile.

Sylar rolled his eyes and turned his head to look at her for a moment before he climbed on top of her and stroked her hair. He kissed her softly, the kissing staying innocent for a moment, but the memories of the night before started to flood back to him as she slipped her fingers into his hair and opened up her mouth for his tongue. Sylar groaned a little and ran his hands down her arms, grasping them and placing them above her head, pinning her hands to the pillow and rubbing against her softly, trying to be careful about his burst of lust as he knew she was raw and sensitive down between her legs right now. Sylar whimpered softly as Ariel opened her legs up for him, moving her hips against his, practically begging for another go, and Sylar found himself wanting to push in, so he did, rewarded by a soft moan from her throat and an upward rocking from her hips.

"I would never kill you, Ariel." He whispered to her softly, their hips moving at the same rhythm. "Never."

Ariel nodded, kissing him again. "I know…you just want to cut off the top of my head."

Sylar stopped moving against her, grunting softly as she kept up her own rocking against him. How could she possibly know what he had been thinking about? Of course—she had the power to read minds as well. Well that wasn't going to be easy then with all of his feelings rushing around now that she could read. What if she knew how he was feeling before he did? That was plain annoying, and why did she have to keep rocking against him when he liked it so much? God, living with this woman was going to be hard.

"Just…help me…" She breathed and Sylar nodded, returning the thrusting of his hips which made her smile and moan—so that was what she wanted…a breaking point.

"So close…" Sylar whispered to her, nipping at her neck to give her more pleasing sensations as they moved against the mattress. "So close…"

Ariel moaned out his name softly and her body shuddered pleasantly as Sylar felt an added heat and wetness inside of her, moving inside of her a little easier for the time being. God, her heat was making him horny again instead of annoyed she could read his mind. It wouldn't hurt if he got off a little himself, would it? If she wanted him inside of her so goddamn bad that arguing didn't stop her from rocking herself against him to bring her to an orgasm, then he could oblige and make himself feel sexually satisfied too, couldn't he? It was only fair that in bringing her sexual satisfaction, she helped to bring him some too, right?

"It's only fair." Ariel breathed, nodding and moaning as he pulled out of her and pushed back in with a grin on his face. "Please…again…"

"You mean like this?" Sylar asked her, almost evilly, pulling out slow and then pushing back in hard and fast. "You like that, don't you?"

Ariel nodded. "Yes…yes…please…"

Sylar found himself doing it again, moving his body against hers roughly as she ran her nails along his back. God he loved how that felt! He loved how she was starting to beg for him too, and how when he spilled his seed inside of her and started to pull out, she rocked her body against his harder. How could she want to go again? They'd only just barely woken up and he was feeling kind of hungry. Not to mention they were going to end up soaking the sheets with their wetness soon and he didn't feel like doing laundry that day.

"I'll do laundry. Please…one more time…" Ariel begged. "Please…"

"Ariel…baby…" He said, wondering why he'd just called her 'baby', but ignoring it when he felt her slide her wet, hot body down a little. "What are you doing?"

Ariel started to nibble on his abs and Sylar felt himself growing hard again. He moaned, which only made Ariel nibble harder, and she stopped only when she had to open her mouth to make a sound when two of his fingers pushed inside of her wet, waiting opening, and he stroked and dipped deliberately eliciting moans from within her. She nibbled some more as she moaned, Sylar chuckling as he felt wetness spill out of her onto his fingers. What a woman she was…freshly deflowered and begging for the feel of him…made him feel fantastic.

"I wanna feel you do it…" Ariel breathed, sliding her body back up and kissing him hard, her hand handling his length. "I promise then we can eat breakfast."

"You are one horny virgin." Sylar teased, moaning as she pulled on him the right way, her fingers stroking and gripping—for a virgin she certainly knew exactly how to tug him for the best effect.

Ariel giggled. "Baby, I'm not a virgin anymore, you saw to that."

Sylar wanted to reply to that with a witty joke or statement, but he just closed his eyes and rocked his member against her hand as she played with him. He could definitely get used to being able to do this when he wasn't killing people and running from the company. Ariel beamed as she felt him release onto her hand and the bed, and she really couldn't describe how she was feeling. All she knew was that she and Sylar were both now officially sexually bonded, and when in need, the other would satisfy. But was that really all she was to him? Just a girl who'd let him kill people and then come back and screw her while he was on his high from the kill? God, she hoped that wasn't her future.

Sylar chuckled as his stomach rumbled. "Just wipe it on the sheets…I'm going to make us some breakfast."

Ariel was surprised but pleased when he kissed her lips softly and then watched him get up and grab some fresh boxers out of the wardrobe. Ariel watched him head out of the bedroom and got up to shower, sighing a little bit to herself as she actually felt like she had a clear enough head to think about things. She was playing house with a man who wanted to bring her a torturous amount of pain. How would she ever be able to forgive him for doing that to her of he did in fact cut off the top of her head to obtain her powers? What? She was just supposed to lay there for God knew how long enduring an untold amount of pain while he got exactly what he'd actually always wanted?

Sylar was thinking about Ariel and obtaining her powers as well as he cracked some eggs into a bowl and started to scramble them. He knew that he was incredibly attached to Ariel and he didn't want her to die, but nothing was ever going to make him not want her powers and she was going to need to accept that. Maybe she was feeling like once he got her powers he wouldn't need her anymore, but that wasn't true—he knew that he needed her. Maybe if he just explained it all to her she'd understand…it wouldn't hurt to just get her to understand that he simply wanted her powers—and he simply wanted her.

"There you are." Sylar told her with a smile, setting the plates of eggs down on the counter in between the living area and the kitchen as she set the wadded up sheets next to the couch on her way out of the bedroom.

Ariel just shrugged and sat down on the other side of the counter from him, pulling away a little as he reached out to stroke her hair. Sylar raised an eyebrow as she put a forkful of eggs into her mouth, and he suddenly realized that she was never going to understand. He didn't want her to leave him, but if he had to take her powers and let her walk out of his life forever, then he was going to have to do that—he couldn't let these stupid feelings of his get in the way of his goal. Couldn't she understand that in just letting him cut the top of her head off and then waiting and letting him reattach it, he could get the powers and they could still be together? Why didn't she understand?

Ariel gave him a look. "Are you fucking serious?"

Sylar blinked—this sweet girl of his had just used a curse word and it actually caught him off guard. Had he seriously broken her enough that she was no longer the cute, innocent girl that had come to him starry eyed trying to figure him out? For some reason he felt a little guilty about it, but he couldn't help but feel special too—he'd influenced someone that much? Ariel scoffed and let her fork drop to her plate with a clatter as he smiled, so he focused his attention on her as she placed her hands on the edge of the counter and glared at him. Wow…after sex like they'd just had like twenty minutes ago he really expected her to be a little happier and relaxed.

"You can't really expect me to just understand that you need to cut off the top of my head! Do you even know how much pain that is going to put me through?!" Ariel asked him angrily, standing up.

Sylar shrugged a little. "If last night means anything, a little pain can make for a lot more pleasure later."

Ariel growled a little. "Oh my God…I seriously thought that maybe you could change—even if just a little! I can't believe that I actually thought that you might be the kind of guy that could love me back as much as I love you, but you can't! You can't love!"

"No? Then why do I love you?" Sylar asked her.

Sylar scrunched his nose up a little and made a face that he'd just said that out loud without intending to or thinking about it first. Ariel didn't seem phased though—she just scoffed as Sylar thought about it: did he love her? He couldn't love her…he really, really couldn't love the girl in front of him that he trusted more than anything. Ariel nodded at him as he kept telling himself that he couldn't love her and it was making him incredibly angry—who the Hell was she to tell him that he couldn't love? Sylar could do anything that he goddamn wanted, and she needed to learn that.

"You don't love me, Sylar." Ariel told him firmly, only taking two steps back and then standing her ground as Sylar came out of the kitchen and around the counter to stand in front of her.

"Don't tell me what I feel, Ariel." Sylar replied, wishing he didn't hurt every time she called him 'Sylar' instead of 'Gabriel'.

Ariel took one step towards him and looked him in the eye. "If you loved me…you wouldn't be willing to make me feel any pain at all—especially the torturous pain of cutting off the top of my head. So come on, Sylar—show me how you love."

Sylar snapped when she taunted him, using his power on her to pin her to the wall. He wondered for a moment why she wasn't resisting, but quickly pointed his finger at her and found himself breaking ever so slightly as he listened to her scream in agony. He went over and caught her body, carefully setting the top of her head down on the couch, and rested her body on the coffee table. He went around to the exposed part of her brain as she tried hard not to whimper, the pain completely unbearable. This was it—the moment of truth. Continue even though he knew she was in pain…or stop now and just accept that he would never have her powers like this—not forced.

Ariel hoped to God he would pick the latter option, but the top of her head was already off and he could already tell how some of her powers worked—so he continued. Ariel closed her eyes and tried to focus on something other than the pain, but her physical pain was now mingling with her emotional pain…Sylar would never love her. She had spent so many nights telling herself that he just needed somebody to accept and understand him, but she was wrong—Sylar needed to feel the thrill of what it was like to hurt and obtain. How could she have thought any differently? Once a killer…always a killer.

"That isn't a very nice thought to think." Sylar told her, having already obtained her mind reading power.

Ariel couldn't shrug, but wanted to. "Keep on proving me wrong."

Sylar wasn't happy with her sarcasm, and he was even less happy when he consciously decided not to even try to take her counteracting power after he'd been at this for the last few hours. He knew that it was weak on his part, but he also felt himself feeling happy as the notion made her start to rethink her theory again. He put the top of her head back on, watching as it reattached, and Ariel laid there for a moment or two before she sat up and wiped a tear or two away, avoiding his arms and going into the bedroom, shutting the door behind her. She couldn't go back to the company since she'd popped out with Sylar, and now that he had so many more powers, she'd helped him become a killer that could probably never be stopped and she still loved him. Sylar heard her last thought and looked at her blood, scattered a bit around the living room and he swallowed, his heart actually sinking as the severity of what he had just done hit him completely.

"What have I done?" He asked himself.