Rating: NC-17

Characters/Pairings: Maya/Sylar

Word Count: 2207

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

Spoilers/Time Line: Vol. 2

Summery: It's all about the power.

Bleeding Through

She kept crying but the tears wouldn't come. He watched as she writhed, twisting in the sheets eyes thick with the blackness inside. She was feverish, Spanish prayers spilling off her tongue like a sweet wine.

"Alejandro…"

Gabriel watched her helplessly. There was a bitter taste in his mouth and his face screwed up as he recognized the sound of her brother's name. His frown deepened at the sound of moans leaving her throat.

"Maya we don't have time for this." His voice leapt through clenched teeth.

She was putting a hitch in his plans, slowing up the process with her increasing fit. The tears never came, (which worried him) and they'd have to stop with the surprise turn. They were so close. If only she'd just stop, he thought.

It'd start just like it always did; the tangible feeling of dread, the overwhelming rush of crushing death, then nothing. Just as quickly as it started, it was over. It would linger inside of her, stopping only if he came to her. She needed his hand now. She'd be sick with it until it itself, died away. She always felt bad after (he made sure of that) knowing they were pressed for time. She knew the sooner they got to New York the better. He'd never comfort her right away. He thought she needed to feel the guilt to draw them closer together.

The air was stiflingly hot as he stood at the foot of the bed glaring at her. She's doing this on purpose, he thought as he watched her curl and groan, listening to the sound of her muscles cracking in resistance. He bent over the bed gripping the cheap wood until it groaned under his hands. He hated this, wished she'd stop. He wished he had the strength to make her stop. I could make her stop. His fingers flexed over the wood and began to ache for her soft flesh instead. The memory of it caught him of guard and he faltered a little.

She groaned again and his eye drew over her. Why is this happening? Why is this happening? She was supposed to be smiling now. They were supposed to be, "On their way. Almost there." Not stuck in a room with her and this suffering nonsense. If she was going to feel pain, it would be because he willed is so, by his hand alone.

"Gabriel …Please."

She opened her eyes and the blackness shown through. Ever since he showed her how to control it, ever since he'd killed her brother, it'd been like this. It stuck inside her like a rusty splinter, coming and going when it pleased. She latched on to him so desperately. At first the severity of it made his head spin. He never knew someone to need him like she did. Then he came to understand that he was the only one she could go to for help. And that thought alone made him dizzy for a whole other reason.

"Gabriel … I need your hand."

She needed him. He would teach her. He stole away from the foot of the bed, turning his back on her just for show.

"Por favor, Gabriel, me quema!"*

He closed his eyes and wished for the sound of a ticking clock. Tilting his head to the side he strained his ears for something to calm him, but all he heard was her.

"Gabriel, Gabriel, Gabriel …" her whispers ran off her lips sticking in the air like cooling honey. His knuckles began to ache. He unclenched his hands rubbing the moist palms over the legs of his jeans. Her voice began to hiccup, sobs catching her throat. He turned finally, to see her twisting painfully in the bedding. She was curled on her side, head pressed tight against her knees, her fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thigh and her skin shimmered with perspiration. He closed his eyes to it breathing heavily.

Anxiously banging the heel of his hand against his own thigh, he waited, he counting. His feet itched to pace the floor, but he could bear the thought of moving away from her. He felt his heart racing in his chest. She would forgive him. She just had to learn. He had to teach her that she needed him. Her breath was labored; he could hear it rushing out of her cheeks. The sound of it took him back to another motel room, to another bed, to a different time completely and yet exactly the same.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling it writhe beneath them with her movements. He reached his hand out dragging his palm over her ankle. She froze beneath him letting out a sigh and curling her body so that it fit around his. He moved his hand up to her calf pressing the thumb into the musle, he listened for gasp. Her fingers scaled up his back and began clutching at the base of his neck. He turned facing her, grabbing her shoulders and pushing her back onto the tangled mess of sheet and bedding. She pushed against him as he lean his weight into her, pinning her down while he moved to cover her body with his own.

Maya let out a loaded sigh as she took all of his weight. He moved his hand from her shoulder and began twisting one in her hair while the other made a heavy trail down her body. His breath was against her neck and she adjusted herself as he separated her with his body. He kissed her skin and she groaned at the feel of his hard sex rubbing against her inner thigh.

"Mi angel … Mi amore…" **

His hand fisted unkindly her hair and she whimpered as he began to use his teeth on her skin. Her palm was against his skin and she bit her lip and focused on how he felt verses the way he was making her feel. There was confusion as she felt her mind cloud over and the darkness fading away. She could breathe again.

His skin felt warmer against hers and he started a slow grinding motion that roused a deeper burn. His voice vibrated against her skin, his teeth and tongue making her body wet.

"Mine, mine, mine..." He whispered over and other against her skin. She shook against him, pulling down on the hem of his shirt. She moved, opening her legs to get a better angel on the movements of his hips. His hand pressed against her belly, slipping on the perspiration between them. His own fingers shook at the memory of a familiar trail and whispered slowly above her, pushing away the fabric of her underwear. She whimpered and pushed his hand away even as her hips rise to welcome him.

"Maya …" it was a deep, needing groan that radiated through their bodies; he took a deep breath, breathing in the mixed scent of their arousal, before kissing her mouth. She moved to wrap her arms around his shoulders, deepening the kiss.

His hands moved up from her sex to push the clothes away from her body. Her back arched to accommodate him and she leaned over to dig in her pocket before he removed her pants. When she was free of her clothing she helped him with his. Her hands moved for his jeans, small and shaking as they tugged at the buttons of his waistband. He sat back on top of her watching. One of her hands clutched lightly around something, the tiny bulk hindering her mobility. He looked down at her as he took her hand in his, opening it with his fingers. His lips pulled into his mouth as he took in another deep breath.

"I got them at the gas station." She said it quickly, her breath whooshing out against his chest. Her skin darkens with a blush and he wants to kiss her again. He wants to suffocate her with it.

He stares down at the small cellophane packet, crinkling between her palm and his thumb. He takes it between his fingers holding it up as he looks down at her. She bit her lip then bushed her fingers down his belly, pushing the heel of her hand into the warmth of his flesh. "You will use it." It's not exactly a question or a statement. He felt his stomach jump and leaned down, brushing his hand over her jaw, before he kissed her.

He pushed her down into the mattress, hands never stopping as they rediscovered her. He lay on top of her as his fingers tangled in her hair. Their bodies come together in a rush of heat. The hair on his chest tickles the sensitive skin around her nipples. He enjoys the spaces between her ears and shoulders. He can't decide what parts of her are his favorite. He tries to take it all in knowing that their time is tragically short; and it's his fault entirely.

He decides then and there, that he doesn't care anymore. She is his and he will have her this way or not at all. The condom was by the pillow near the head bored. He laid his hand over it dragging it to his hip. Then, as he kissed her, he pushed the offending object over the edge of the bed. He would know her as a man should know a woman. He would be her first, her only.

He kisses her once more, hands sweep down her body, gripping her hips before the bulb of his penis brushed against her opening. There's a warning in his gesture. She holds her breath, waiting. He watches her face while slowly sheathing himself in her warmth.

Her face pinches and she pants trying to relax around him. She is wet and tight and he thinks even if he knew all the words ever uttered in every human language, he could never describe this moment in all its purity. Even the world 'love' falls short, but that doesn't stop him using it.

He pulled away from her, coming away slick and sensitive. Groaning, he pushed back into her, gripping her tightly, curling his body to get a better angle. She cries out, grasping his arms as her body arches off the bed. He gasps when the grip around his cock becomes too tight and pulls out again. They are drenched, in sweat and each other and he laid his forehead against her chest. He can see himself upon her, ready for her. He nuzzles her, his hand moving to caress her breast. He licks her nipple tasting her, with a torturously long stroke, before his mouth closes around her pert flesh.

She whimpers as her hand comes to his hair pulling slightly; he curves again creating an arc with his body. He bends once more, watching himself enter her, their bodies form a living eclipse. She hissed squeezing him to her. "Wait for me, Gabriel." Her voice is throaty, laced with resistance.

"Relax Maya." He breathed out against her. "My God you're so beautiful." He pushed away from her holding all his weight on his arms while he stared down at her. He shook with the burden and tried to focus on her hair as it fanned out like a halo over the pillow.

She put her hands on his waist drawing him to her "Don't stop, please."

Her voice shook and her eyes were glassy but he ignored it, taking her at her word instead. It was all the motivation he needed. He pushed her as far as he could and she met him with equal virility, sometimes surpassing him.

When the end came and he felt her shuddering around him, there came a strange tingle growing at the base of his spine. In all the haze of pleasure there was something basic and familiar about the sensation. But he had no time to pin it as the feeling spiked though him, exploding his brain and he emptied himself in her. He collapsed atop her with a feeling of warmth and undeniable comfort glowing in his very being.

He turned his head to look her in the eyes.

"Power …" he whispered when he saw what looked like physical joy glowing in her eyes, bright as sunshine. "Maya …" he pushed away from her tugging the sheet between them.

"Dios, that's never happened before." She took deep calming breaths.

"Your eyes," he said as she blinked. "They were …"

She sat up in a sitting position pulling the sheet with her. His face creased in a frown as she tried to hide a small winced of pain when she moved. He tried not to care. It's about the power, only the power.

"I don't know what that was." She shakes her head and there's worry in her voice. He can appreciate it.

"Get dressed." He said as he pushed away from the bed. "We are back on the road in five minutes." She looks at him as he rises. Her face clouds over. "Gabriel?"

"It broke." His foot finds the tiny packet and he toes it under the bed.

~fin~

Translation(s):

*Please Gabriel, I burn

**My Angel ... My love ...

2nd A/N:Also the ended was totally inspired by albion19's 'Kept Woman' READ IT!