Rating: NC-17 Language and Dubcon (oh yeah, I went there!)
Fandom: Heroes
Character(s): Eden, Sylar
Pairings: Eden/Sylar
Disclaimer: I don't own Sylar, Eden or Heroes.

Another Piece

He didn't kill her. That'd be too easy and Sylar wasn't about to let her off so easy. He ran his thumb over the scar that hovered above her larynx. Eden twitched, letting out a choking noise and shrinking from his touch. He silenced her; movement and sound by adding the slightest bit of pressure to the old wound. She looked up at him, staring into his eyes with weak defiance. There it was. That look, the one that stirred in him, one part sympathy, two parts loathing. He'd been afraid she'd been here too long. That there'd be no more hope left in her, but she ever disappointed him. His, sweet Eden. He'd come to her and she always had more to give. More pain, more anger, more fear. He'd see it all in those huge brown eyes. He didn't have to use his hands but he liked to touch her.

"Are you in there Eden? Are you awake?"

She stayed her mouth knowing it was futile to even try making a sound. Her eyes drew harder, the soft skin around them crinkled, intensifying the look. He looked down at her tightly clenched fist as they remind by her side. He noticed the tenants over her knuckles twitch beneath the skin. He dragged his gaze over her body stopping on the first piece of exposed flesh. Her collarbone shown delicately beneath the soft tissue, he moved his hand over her throat smoothing warm fingers along the curve of her neck. She shuddered under the touch. His motion stopped as his thumb caught the heat of a quickened pulse. He needed that heat. Catching her eye, Sylar trailed a path between her breasts holding the look, feeling her heartbeat and her tiny ribs expanding in his grasp.

He noticed things like this about everything, about her. He knew what movements, what sounds would turn her resentment to fear. He leaned in close to catch her scent and she took a retreating step away from him. No longer sure in her hatred, Eden's face clouded over with alarm and fear. And still she held the look for as long as she did.

"There you are."

He took another step forward knowing what came next. He saw the gears shifting in her head, felt a pounding in his own chest. Blood rushing in his ears, the surges of it making his cock bob with anticipation and the smell of her fear. She took another step back, her hand knocking against a chair. She gripped the back of it and pulled it between them. The chair scraped horribly on the floor.

"Eden … Eden?"

He taunted, never breaking eye contact. His hand slid over the crotch of his pants as he whispered her given name, his voice took on an unnatural tone.

"Sarah …"

The chair flew out from between them. The pounding of her heart, smell of her fear mingled with the taste of their arousal making his eyes roll back in his head. Eden saw her chance. As soon as Sylar' eyes closed she bolted for the door.

Five: He listened to her bare feet as they cross the distance of the space.

Four: Six more paces and she'd be there.

Three: He tilted his head at the sound of lock tumblers clicking.

Two: Creaking of rusty hinges.

One: Silence

Eden felt a powerful force crash into her body, lifting her from the floor. She hit the wall hard, her shoulder screaming in a flash of pain as she slid downward roughly. The sound of laughter rang roughly in her ears and she felt her stomach curl with anticipation. She let out a weary breath and leaned languidly into the wall. The echoes of booted feet scraping against the floor, bounce off every wall. The sound was everywhere. Then she heard the rumbling distortion of his voice.

"Get up."

There was another pull on her tired body as she rose to her feet. Then another as the ground disappeared beneath her. She pointed her toes searching for stability, but found only air. She felt nothing but the pressure of the wall behind her and the power of the man before her, the pulling the pressing the waiting. She waited, listened as her body called out from the new aches and old bruises. She cursed him with soundless words, twisting in his grasp. And here was a deep need, she wreathed for this touch.

A dead air breeze licked at the helm of her dress. Suddenly it wasn't telekinesis that fastened her to the wall. The warmth of his body melted deep inside her. She felt it in her bones.

"The power of persuasion …"

His fingers brushed against the inside of her thigh as he fumbled with the fly of his pants.

"Not so impressive when you've lost the ability to use it."

He rocked his hips into hers own; she sighed and hooked her legs over his waist. He laughed, digging the heel of his hand into her hips, halting her movements. Eden felt his fingers again pulling at the straps on her shoulders his; mouth on skin. His tongue left a trail of liquid fire in its every wake. When his mouth met hers she wanted to weep.

Her fingers swept threw his dark hair. He groaned into her mouth pulling back to catch his breath. She pulled savagely on his hair exposing the neck. Biting into his shoulder and racked her teeth over the arch of his neck, she darting her tongue out smoothing it over his pulse point. He hissed in pleasure and grabbed her shoulders trying to push her away, but she held tight ignoring the new pain dancing up and down her side. Eden snaked her arms beneath his, biting her nails all along his shoulder. One hand wrung tighter in his hair.

Sylar's hand brushed against Eden's sex and she pushed into the touch, drawing in a breath she felt her cheeks burn. She shuddered causing the brim of her top to fall at her elbow exposing her small pert breast. He stopped then, just to take in the sight smoothing his hands along the swell of them grazing the pad of his thumb over a nipple. Eden used the hand smoothing his scalp to guide him closer as she arched into his touch again and again. She squirmed and panted when his mouth finally reconnected with her body. Tongues, soft, wet, the feel of his voice sending soft vibrations, radiating through out the skin.

His fingers pushed past the fabric of her panties while the middle made a slow drive inside. Eden gasped clamping down hard as her thighs clenched around his waist. He smiled against her skin making soft curls inside of her as she wrapped herself completely around him. He opened his mouth to lick at her nipple slow and deliberate. She felt his teeth and the heat of his whole mouth drawing her over the edge.

Eden wanted to she could cry out as Sylar whet his fingers against her clitoris. He sucked hard his mouth making audible pop as it broke away from her skin. He laid he head against her belly resting his free hand over her hip. He stayed that way for while, kneeling in front of her. He marveled at the pounding around his fingers, under his hand and cheeks. Eden tried to catch her breath at the feel of palm spread out over her belly. He added pressure to the hand as his breath came out above her skin in a whispered prayer.

The throbbing in his cock grew painful when he nudged his index digit to join with the middle. He felt her muscles flutter and released a breath that prickled her skin. She began moving against him.

"Shhh!"

He pressed his palm in to her abdomen and held her back against the wall with his powers. Sylar closed his eyes and curled his other hand over the cloth of her panties. Pinching them at the thumb and base of his index finger, his hand laid flush against the length of her thigh as it made a path down to the ankles. First one foot, then the other, he slipped his shoulder beneath as the garment fell to the ground. He moved inside her again as he moved his chin over her pubic bone. He touched his nose to the brim of her, tickling her when he breathed in deeply. He opened his mouth letting the tongue dance along the crust of her pubic hair. He blew on the fresh saliva, the sweat and felt her stomach jump, her muscles tighten around his fingers and he let out a low groan. He lowered his head to let his nose touch her and counted. It was a trick. A nice one he used whenever he needed to collect his thoughts.

Her breath was two beats slower than her pulse yet still alarmingly fast. Testing her again he moved his thumb up and then back down her clit meticulously adding pressure on the way. Her chest moved like she was sobbing. Sylar smiled, as much as his own discomfort would allow, and marveled as Eden swirled her hips trying to take in more of him.

"I said don't move."

The shock of his words broke the silence and stiffened her. She felt the stolen power all around her again, she couldn't move. Holding his thumb there he counted the seconds as they passed. He concentrated on the tiny bud and sucked in another heady breath. Then leaned in; his tongue met with the cluster, touched, tasted. His eyes rolled up to catch her expression. He watched as a soundless noise escaped her lips. She closed her own eyes her face flushing intensely. She fluttered again; he couldn't take it anymore and pulled himself away from her. The complete lack of contact jarred them both and Eden started crying openly. There was the shame.

Sylar look elsewhere, avoiding her gaze as he worked away his own clothing. It always came around to that burn in her face, the tears on her cheeks. Now came the time when something would break inside of him and he would make her feel it. She deserved this. He deserved this.

"You deserve this."

He took his cock in hand, and used her residual wetness to ease his own aching with a few soft strokes. Still holding himself he moved in close and kissed her. Pressing his whole body tight against hers, he noted his painful erection trapped between them. Then he kissed her until he thought he couldn't anymore. He kissed her until it melted into soft, deep movements. Until they were both almost comforted.

She felt the grating dig of his hands on her hips, wrapped her legs around him and held on. It wasn't as bad if she held on. Eden dug her nails deep into his shoulders again and tried not to get caught up in the lie. Her head swirled and she couldn't help losing herself when he finally entered her. Sylar watched her face and struggled not to fall with her. And there it was in her eyes, another piece. He loved it. He watched the light go out of them. He watched her eyes as they searched for a god who'd seemingly forgotten her. While another fucked her against the wall of the cage he kept her.