Title: Scarlet's Walk (Chapter 1)

Rating: NC-17 (Eventually)

Summary: The sequel to a "Devil In A Miniskirt". Elle and Sylar's roadtrip to New York. AU take on Season 2.

Author's Note: I'm sorry this chapter took so long. School has kind of eaten my soul which makes WIPs a little harder to work on. Ongoing plot and all that. But only a couple more weeks, and then school will be over, and chapters should be more regular. YAY.

They had spent most of their day walking to a gas station, filling up a gas can, and then taking it back to their car. They had worn themselves out bickering during the walk, which made the rest of the car ride silent, and almost bearable. By the time they finally got to a small cockroach-infested motel room (was there any other kind of motel room?) for the evening, all Sylar wanted to do was curl up in the bed that was probably covered in semen stains and go to sleep, trying not to focus on just how disgusting the place they were staying in was.

Too bad for him that Elle had other plans. As soon as he curled up on the bed, Elle brought a hand up, shocking him to alertness. His eyes widened as he sat up, rubbing his side. It was beginning to hurt less and less every time she did that. He wasn't sure he was comfortable with the idea that he might actually be getting used to her unique form of abuse. "What the hell was that about?" He snapped in annoyance, glaring over at her.

Elle smiled, looking like a kid getting ready to play with their favorite toy. That was never a good thing, coming from her especially. "Silly Gabriel," She purred, sitting down on the bed next to him now. "It's time for another lesson. You can sleep later."

He raised a brow at that. "What, are you going to suck me off again?" He couldn't help but feel himself stiffen slightly at the thought. Even if he didn't like when she took control away from him like she had then, he couldn't deny how…skilled she had been. He wasn't surprised by it though. It made sense to him that she had practice being the company whore.

Elle rolled her eyes a little at that. "You wish," She cupped her hands together, allowing a few sparks to fly between her fingers. "Today's lesson is going to involve you watching me use my power."

He raised an eyebrow a little at that. "And what exactly is this exercise supposed to be teaching me?"

"Control. You should be able to watch someone use their powers without wanting to crack their head open and eat their delicious brains," She smirked, pulling her hand into a gun position before shooting at one of the gaudy pictures the place had on the wall, watching in delight as the glass shattered and fell to the ground.

"I don't eat them," He replied, his voice tinged with annoyance. "You of all people would know that I don't." His eyes began to darken as he watched her knock down another photo. It was such a beautiful power. If only he had his powers right now, then he could take it from her.

"Whatever do you mean, Gabriel?" She asked in a faux innocent voice, cocking her fingers as she shot at a glass of water now, laughing as it splattered water over the carpet.

"I found the cameras after you left my apartment. Tell me, did it excite you to watch what I had become? Did it turn you on to watch me kill?" He growled, getting up from the bed now, stalking his way over to her.

If Elle was nervous by his advances, she wasn't showing it. "Gabriel, this is lesson time, not therapy time," She chided. "We can share later." She opened up her palm, letting sparks dance across it as he approached her. "Now, how do you feel watching this?"

"I think you know the answer to that Elle. Desire."

Elle smirked a little proudly, taking a step closer to him. She placed her fingers on his lips, zapping him playfully. "See? Was that so hard to admit? I knew you wanted me."

He grabbed her wrist, wrapping his hand over it tightly enough that he would probably leave bruise marks. "I want your power, not you."

Elle pouted a little. "Now, now, Gabriel," She took a step closer, pressing her body up against his now, painfully close. "It's not good to tell lies to an lady."

Sylar couldn't help but snort a little in response to that as he let go of her hand. "I'm not lying, and you're not a lady. Ladies have self respect. They don't parade themselves around and act like fucking teases."

"So you do admit that I get to you then."

"I didn't say that." His body tensed up. He really wasn't comfortable with the way she was pressed up against him, slipping her hands up under his shirt, brushing them against his bare skin.

"But you implied it," She gave him another playful shock before pulling away. "After all, no one calls someone a tease unless they want them. So if you think I'm a tease, then you must want me." She brought a finger up to her chin, as if a thought had just occurred to her. "You must have better control than I originally thought. After all, you want me and you haven't taken me yet. There might be hope for you yet."

He rolled his eyes. "You make it sound like you want me to take advantage of you," He murmured, his hands on her hips now, in spite of himself. Despite his better judgment, he knew she was right. He did want her. Lord knows why, but he did.

"Is it taking advantage of me if I consent?" She asked, still grinning like the cat that had swallowed the damn canary. More than anything else, he wanted to wipe that smug look off her face. Who was she to think she could just string him along? Didn't anyone ever teach her that it was dangerous to play with fire?

Probably not.

"You're a real nutcase, you know that," he murmured, making his way toward the bathroom. A shower was a good idea. Clear his mind. And take care of a few other things too.

"And you're the picture of sanity," She called out cheerfully. "Do you need any help in there?"

"No, I don't," he shot back, slamming the bathroom door and locking it. He had no doubt in his mind that Elle might try to sneak in while he showered, if the mood struck her. Really, one of these days he was going to snap and either kill her or fuck her.

"Are you sure you don't need help, Gabriel?"

He wasn't sure which scenario he was dreading more at this point.