Rating: M

Characters/Pairings: Eden/Sylar

Disclaimer: Don't own them. Just like to play with them sometimes.

Spoilers/Time Line: Early season one if anything

Summery: Eden has some fun while Sylar is detained

Assimilation

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."

"Hold on to the bars." She straddled him on the tiny cot, her bare thighs rubbing against the skin of his legs. She lifted up her skirt exposing herself to him. He let out a groan as the smell of her sex consumed him. He let his eyes roll up into the back of his head, closing them to immerse himself in her scent. "Open your eyes. I want you to watch us. Watch us Gabriel."

She leaned forward bracing herself on his shoulders. Her skirt curled up into belt around her small waist. His penis leapt to get inside of her. He watched as she slowly lowered herself onto him. He released a pleasurable sigh at the look on her face. Her eyes were closed and she dipped her hips in shallow thrusts. Sylar wanted more. His hips began to buck off the cot, trying for deeper penetration.

'Be still', she said moving a hand to his hips. He bit his lip and growled with the effort. He felt her small hand smooth over the skin of his ribs. He pulled in a deep breath as the skin tightened. Tiny beads of sweat broke out all over. And his breath became ragged. "Please!"

Eden pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and he watched it swell and redden as she pulled it through her teeth. "Please what?" Her voice was shaking and he could feel her trembling. She tightened her shallow hold on him and he could feel her everything. She was waiting for him to beg. She wouldn't have to wait very long.

"M-more" he sighed

She pushed on to him a little more but is still wasn't enough. She swiveled her hips, gasping. "Too much!" she made a face, feeling felt something warm and strong on her hips, but hadn't time to react as the full length of Sylar completely penetrated her. There was a silent cry on her face as the deep flush of her skin disappears beneath her top. She heard a groan in her ears and felt him move roughly inside of her.

"St-op", her voice fractured with waves of pleasure he moved inside her.

"Please. Let me touch you. I can make it better. I can make you come." She feels his warm hand flat on her belly making a slick trail towards her clit. They're moving together but he's controlling the movements. She understands and lets herself go for now.

Sylar slides his thumb over the moist nub of her clitoris, enjoying the feel of her hot core tightening around him almost painfully. She whimpers and rocks her hips to take him deeper.

"Ugh! So tight", His other hand moves under her shirt to find her pert breast, palming over them, teasing her nipples. She gasps and he feels her flutter around his cock. She's close. He wants to push her over the edge and follow her all the way down. He puts his hands back on her hips helping steady her erratic movements.

"Touch yourself." He grunts, voice sounding like a road of gravel. Eden's hand comes in between them as he thrust into her clenching walls. She whimpers loudly as her finger circles roughly over the sensitive flesh. He's following her quick. As soon as she comes he'll fuck her until he follows hard and thick deep inside her. He can feel it deep in his balls already, low and threatening.

"Eden … I need a little help here".

His dick slides against the sweet spot inside her while she flutters and shakes.

"Eden! Please. Too good!" He's racing to the finish.

"D-don't. Don't c-come." She tries and it works for now. The feeling is there building up almost excruciatingly hard in his cock. She fucks him harder and the sound of wet flesh echoes softly off the walls. "Don't come, don't come, don't come …"

The words run off her lips like a cool drink in the summer time. He pounds into her, she clenches tightly and it nearly kills him it feels so fucking amazing. She comes hard, wet and taut all around him; he feels her tremble and aches to empty himself inside her while she's still quaking about him. She rides out wave after wave of subsiding pleasure.

"Stop, stop, stop…" She says as she comes down slowly. Sylar's hands are still gripping painfully at her hips. He looks up at her expectantly. She steadies her breathing, looking down at him and leans over to kiss his forehead. Her body pressed flush against his and he digs his fingers into the bones, his grip is too strong. "Let go of me."

To his horror Eden pulls her body back letting his painfully engorged cock slide out of her. She breathes out in satisfied puffs and starts to roll off of him.

"Where are you going? We're not finished!" His voice sounds panicked; the tone of it repulsive in his own ears.

"But I am, obviously. Other wise I'd still be fucking you." She stands on wobbly legs next to the cot brushing down and readjusting her clothes. Sylar moved to grab her but Eden is quicker, anticipating his movements. "Stop"

He froze in mid reach, shaking from the strain. Her heart pounds in her ears, the sound of it making her dizzy while her breath came thickly in her chest. She caught his gaze and smiled bitterly, mocking him with her huge eyes.

"Lie back down." Her stare trailed down his naked body and locked onto his pulsing sex. She licked her lips. He was covered in her juices and looked to ache with every tremor of the throb in his cock. She let a slow, hot breath blow past her lips and forced herself to look back into his eyes. His stare burned into her body with raw need, supreme hatred, and pure lust.

"Assume the position."

"Fuck." His cock ached painfully.

"Do it!" Eden urges.

He wrapped his fingers around the bar at the head of his cot in a white knuckled grip. His hips jerking upward when she traced a small hand just over the skin of his hips, her fingers nails gliding across the soft flesh in a teasing manner. He groaned loudly, never breaking eye contact. Her fingers brushed his inner thigh. So close.

"Eden …?"

She smiled at him, cocking her head to one side. "Don't move."

She bent over him, her fingers drumming out soft rhythms on his pubic bone, just barely caressing him. Her head swirled with the taste of their mingled scent so close to her lips. Sylar's hips jumped at the prospect of being inside of Eden. He ached to be consumed by her. She was so close he could feel the hot breath of her mouth and began to whimper for sweet release. He strained his neck catching the tip of her tongue smoothing over the crown of his throbbing cock. He closed his eyes threw his head back and thrust forward for her. But instead of the delicious warmth of her mouth be bucked wildly into the empty air. Roaring in frustration, Sylar opened his eyes in time to see Eden's retreating back.

"You know," She threw over her shoulder as she walked through the door leading out of his cell. "I think I'm gonna let you save that one for Bennet when he arrives in the morning." With a wink, Eden McCain shut the door behind her disappearing out of the room.