author's note: edited to have the paragraphs separated. I own nothing, this is Sylar and Barbara, though Barbara is only referenced once in the series and is never actually introduced, I still don't own her. There's also reference to her having "god like" abilities. I'm not trying to offend any one I just couldn't think of a better way to describe her powers. It's also borderline rape, so if you aren't into that, you've been warned.
She gave him a taste of his own medicine. Telepathically pinning him down to the floor. He struggled against her powers, trying to overcome them with his own but it was no use. Barbara had caught wind that Sylar was working with Danco in rounding up the specials and figured it was time she came out of hiding. She looked just like her sister's Nikki and Tracy but her powers were far stronger. She found that there was hardly an ability she could think of that she didn't have.
She didn't care about Sylar killing other specials because he wasn't coming for her but as soon as she figured out that they were trying to capture all of them, she decided it was time to play God. She loved seeing the big bad wolf struggle in her clutches.
"You of all people should know that it's completely futile to struggle against it." She said, straddling his hips and making a bit of a sympathetic fake pouty face at him.
"I will kill you." He managed to utter before she made him keep his mouth shut.
"You will speak when spoken to, and for the record, if you had stayed out of this collecting specials business, I would have let you keep killing. But no, you had to help that douche canoe, round us up and keep us drugged. I had bigger hopes for you Sylar." She put a hand on either side of his head and was mere centimeters away from his face.
"I wonder if this is how your victims feel before you slice open their head. Scared, powerless, shocked even. I'm pretty sure a few of them felt violated. Especially Claire, I actually know for a fact that Claire would have rather you killed her than cracking open her skull like that.
"Tell me, have you ever been violated, Mr. Gray?" She allowed his lips to move so he could speak.
"I've been used as a weapon." He answered.
"Not good enough." She said and got up. It took a snap of her fingers and suddenly he was completely naked.
"What are you going to do to me?" He asked, fear finally showing in his voice.
"Oh, I figure it's about time you get what's coming to you, who knows a monster like you might even like it." She shimmied off her dress and undid her bra and underwear.
He struggled again, trying to regain control of the situation, but she wouldn't allow it. She looked down at his naked form and noticed that he was flaccid.
"Oh Mr. Gray, that simply won't do." She closed her eyes and concentrated to make the blood rush and engorge his length.
"Much better, I'm very proud of you." She smiled.
"I will snap your neck when I get the chance." He spat.
"You're the first man I've ever encountered who didn't like the idea of a good hate fuck, or is it because you're not the one who gets to do the fucking willingly that you don't like?" She asked, once again straddling his hips.
"It's the idea of not being in control I don't like." He said. He couldn't lie, Barb had made sure of that, but she also made him answer. She never did this people, controlling them like this, taking advantage of them, but she knew the man below her deserved it.
"Tell me you aren't attracted to me and I will let you go." She said, her body so close to plunging itself over him. He tried desperately to move his lips, to will his voice to tell her she was the ugliest woman he'd ever seen but he couldn't. He knew he would be lying if he had said so, and she would know it too.
"Tell me you don't want me to fuck you." She said, bending down so her lips were close to his and her eyes were staring daggers at him. Again, he couldn't utter a word.
She lowered herself onto him and let out a sigh of contentment. He definitely felt delicious, and she knew he would hate her for this. He didn't like being taken, and just the thought of that was enough to almost push her over the edge.
"Tell me this doesn't feel good and I'll stop." She began to move agonizingly slow up and down his shaft. He could only groan in response. She leaned down once again and pressed her lips to his, he tried to bite her but she took control of the situation. Forcing him to open his mouth and his tongue to dance with hers. Moving his hands to her hips and his hips to meet her movements. She moaned, something that caught her off guard but she hadn't lost control of the situation. He felt so good underneath her, as a toy, as a tool for her amusement and pleasure, much like his victims had been to him.
Sylar was feeling the pressure build, he tried so hard not to enjoy this, not to like the feel of slick walls grip around him but, it was hard to ignore. It was all he could feel, all he could focus on. If he tried to think of anything else she brought him right back in this moment.
"Tell me you don't want to fuck me." She sat up, rolling her body up and down every inch of him, rubbing her core against his pelvic bone, grinding hard enough to make it hurt. She heard him take a sharp breath but nothing else came out. She wasn't satisfied, she wouldn't be until she made him moan, made him grunt, beg beneath her, so she stopped controlling his hips, but allowed him the freedom to control them himself. Three thrusts was all it took before he was meeting hers, trying to impale her as hard as he could.
"See? I'm not all bad." She smiled down at him before tilting her head back and moaning. She let her own hands roam her body, cupping her breasts and playing with her nipples.
"Tell me you don't want to touch me like this." Again, he was quiet. His eyes conveying nothing but hatred and his hips trying to hurt her. She moved his hands from her hips to her breasts. Making them play with the hardened peaks and caress the sensitive flesh around them. She let out another soft moan. She let him have control of his fingers but kept his hands and wrists at her breasts. He resisted longer with this than he had with his hips, but after a minute, he couldn't help but give in to her.
"Good boy. Now, I want you to tell me that you don't want me to cum." She smiled, she needed to hear his voice, but again, there was silence. It blind sided her. She thought for sure that he just wanted to punish her, for her to get no enjoyment out of this.
"I need you to cum or I will." He choked out letting his eyes roll in the back of his head. Barbara let him have control of his body again. Being mindful not to let him do anything she didn't want him to do, but instead of his hands on her throat she found herself underneath him, him pounding into her from behind and pinning her head to the floor.
"Tell me you don't love a good hate fuck." He said, ramming into her so hard it hurt. It only took a few thrusts, a few strokes before she was clamping down around him and her muscles fluttering and twitching around him. Then he came with a loud groan, spilling deep inside her. She didn't let him have his freedom after that.
There would be no cuddling, no letting him out of his cell, this was all he had and it's all he'd ever have. She pulled him out of her.
"One day, you'll learn to like this even more than you already do." She said, snapping her fingers for him to fall asleep and getting her clothes on. She'd worry about making him shower later, but for now she needed sleep, and rest.
