Authors note: Once again thank you guys for the reviews! Glad to see this story is getting so much attention! Also to answer some questions and give some feedback to reviews, for those of you wanting a little more dialogue from Maya, and would like to see the story focus on her a little more fear not, after these next two chapters its going to be focusing ALOT on Maya. The focus just turned to Zero quite a bit since he's the one going through all the transformation and what not. So bear with me! There is lots of wild twists and turns to come! Enjoy!

Blissfully unaware

Several days later:

Zero sat with his back to the wind, perched atop a boulder one knee folded to his chin the other left to dangle freely.

His mind wandered to days earlier. The Vault hunters had found the preserve to be empty, obviously. But Zero was the only one with true access to the reason why. Why there had been nothing but destruction for them to find there. He held the truth inside his gut like a poison, brewing and singeing his innards. He had not even told Maya.

He sighed at the thought. He had been distant from her, pushing her away frightened that something...would come loose in her presence. That the monster now festering within him would get out. After days feeling its warmth there, it was slowly becoming a regular entity, he was growing used to its ways. The way it stirred him and the way it played with his emotions. But he knew she was growing tired of his games. She had taken to the motto of "well two can play at this game" and had since been giving him the same cold shoulder. He sighed. She was such a stubborn thing. He peered over the landscape and caught sight of a small speck of blue shimmer. He would know that shimmer anywhere, that beautiful glisten of her hair as it caught the pandora sun. The Vault hunters had headed away from the wildlife preserve and had stumbled on a run down bandit camp known as slab city. Once the few scrawny bandits that were lurking around were picked off, the place made a right handy camp for the four of them. Zero had come to like his new found post atop the highest boulder looking over the ruins. He was like a falcon, able to see, hear and smell everything. Axton was asleep under the shade of a tin shed, and Salvador was off shooting Rakk. But Maya...oh Maya, thinking the others were occupied had slunk off with only one thing on her mind. The natural spring nestled between boulders just beyond the Slab City. The calling of the clean water to wash away the grit of pandora was all too much for the Siren. Zero smiled to himself. She thought that she was very clever and very sneaky. But oh, her little escape had not gone unnoticed. Zero slowly stood from his perch, a hint of playful nature rising in him. Feelings of lust...need...curiosity...swimming into him.

He nimbly bounded across the rocks, cloaked skillfully. Carefully placing each of his steps. He was silent as ever as he crept up on his prey. The feeling was almost too much. The way he stalked her, knowing she had no knowledge of his presence, that he could take her at any moment. Have a taste of his own. Run his tongue over her smooth, earthy skin. Zero shook his head. The thought of Maya as prey was causing the beast to stir ever so slightly. The excitement of a hunt, however the circumstances tended to do this to him. Like it grasped the things attention for a moment and the began scratching at the door to get out. Zero took a deep breath and swallowed the feeling down. He had to keep calm. He could not let the creature stir. He leapt from one rock to the other, feet light and airy, every movement like a plains gazelle. Nimble and quick, a simple ghost wandering through the Pandoran hills, unseen to all wandering eyes. He was now very close to the small spring and his unaware siren. She was most mysterious when alone. He did not get to view her like so very often, but when he did...he had to savor it. A siren in her natural environment. Blissfully unaware of her peeping tom. Zero crouched on a boulder a mere twenty feet from his siren. Her hair was so gorgeous glinting in the sun. Her armor lay abandoned in a heap on the rocks at the shore. The clear water gave perfect view of her pale form, in all its nude glory. Zero groaned lowly. It was almost unfair how utterly gorgeous she was. She could have any male she wanted, if she so chose. She could wrap them around her slender fingers like silk ribbon, just as she had wrapped him up. Zero leaned back on the rock, watching her intently. She was fucking delectable. Maya ran her fingers through the clear water, allowing it to cup in her hands, then releasing it to run down her neck and shoulders. Zero saw the action in slow motion, the water trickling down her deliciously slender neck, kissing her the way he wanted to right now. The fire inside him was lit and growing, tearing through him like he was paper. He swallowed hard. Maya leaned back against a wet stone, stretching her arms backward, the indentions where her ribs were showing as she did so. Her breasts hugging her body as she elongated on the rock. Her body shimmered with wetness in the sun, letting its warmth invade her. She was a child of the sun, loving its rays and its touch. Soaking it in like a long lost lover she basked in it. She was glowing. Utterly glowing. It was as if she knew that Zero was watching her, just by the way she teased. She ran her hand up her stomach, past her naval and up her breast lightly skimming her pert nipple with her fingertip. She sighed slowly, allowing the breath to go from her. Zero could hear the sound as if he were next to her. Zero breathed out slowly to match her. He wanted to run his tongue up her breast. Indulge in that body he had grown so very fond of, and yet her anger and distance from him for the past few days kept him at bay. He does not want to awaken anything...and he does not know if his siren would welcome him...or shun him. As she had said many times before...all Zero had to offer...were apologies. He had nothing else. That was it. No words, just a very, very sorry heart and sorry words. Maya slid out of the water and laid fully on the stone, on her back exposing herself to the warm highlands air. Zero gulped down his need. He was as helpless as the first time he realized how badly he wanted the mysterious woman. A man turned to a horny little boy in mere seconds. She looked like a goddess the way she laid out, her body so long and sleek. She lazily rested one knee on top of the other bobbing that leg up and down rhythmically. Zero would have gotten down on his knees and worshipped her glorious legs if she had hinted the very word to do so. He could spend hours worshipping that body of hers. Like an alter dedicated to the most precious of relics. She was the queen of the world right now. Worried about nothing but how good the suns rays felt on her naked form. Zero could not help but to feel the heat growing in his groin, love drunk he simply gave into the primal need. He had fought it for days, trying not to get overly emotional...the only thing he could link to his transformation. But now in the heat of the moment he simply unraveled. The excitement of spying on the gorgeous woman had him panting for more.

Maya shifted slowly and let a slight hand slide down her body until she finds where her thighs meet. Zero felt his breath leave him, and he swallowed hard. Maya gently began to move her fingers against her sensitive areas, he back arching ever so very slightly as she rubs her clit in a circular movement.

Maya groaned out lowly. She needed this time away from the boys. As much as she enjoyed their company...they were men. They were dirty, and loud and had no spacial boundaries. She needed this little slice of heavenly space, and so she was going to use it to it's fullest. She muses a small moan, her lips forming a perfect little "o". She couldn't help but to let her mind wander. Wander to places she wanted not to...but her aroused body could not resist. She wandered to thoughts of her assassin. The same assassin that had been anybody but himself lately. He was distant, and they rarely made conversation much less contact of any type. Maya was longing for his touch, the way he was before...the way he had needed her so animalistic...so raw...so male. She wanted him to need her, the way he had nights pervious. The way he had just a short time ago. She chose to forget how he was acting now and simply relish in the thoughts of their previous encounters. Ones driven by lust alone, and the need for each other's flesh...the need to please and be pleased in return. Maya ran her finger over herself mewling lowly thoughts of her masked assassin flooding her. She imagined him hovering over her, his lean strong body clad in his black leather armor. She imagined him dragging his talented fingers up over her body. Her fingers were no longer her own, they were Zero's black gloved hands, the soft worn leather sliding over her need. Pushing against her pleasingly, the leather was so very soft, so worn with battle. She could almost hear the crinkling of his leather suit as he trapped her with his body, like a cage that she did not mind being captured within. She imagined him adding a finger, then another, hooking them in just the right way to massage her g-spot causing her knees to snap open, allowing even more entrance to her imaginary lover. Maya gasped daintily and her arched back lifted off the wet stone as she massaged herself, sinking her fingers into her folds ever so slowly. She could feel the heat from his body, his suit radiating the sunlight. She could imagine his black mask inches from her face, watching her intrigued by her every motion, her every sound. Maya gasped out loudly as she sunk her fingers deeper into herself, imagining Zero rubbing his erection down her stomach, his proud swollen head full with need. Maya smiled at the thought.

Her imagination ran wild with pleasure, it was so vivid...that it almost felt real. Maya cooed in ecstasy if only it was real. That soft leather drawing little circles on her clit, pushing her further toward her much needed orgasm. Those sleek fingers that could kill just as fast as they could please. She wanted all of his dangerous self. She knew from the moment they had met how dangerous the shadow like man was, but only now did she fully grasp just how utterly kill happy he could be. It only turned her on further. She imagined him straight from battle, worn and breathing heavy, blood and dirt still clinging to his armor as he prepared to take her. Maya added another finger, trying to mimic the girth of Zero's penis as she imagined him undoing his pants and sliding his head into her. She moaned out a little louder. She wanted that delicious, heart stopping stretch as he pushed into her, his gloved hand guiding his massive appendage into her. That small moment where she always wonders if it will really fit. The feeling of such fullness within her as the two become one. Maya gasped out loudly, losing herself in her fantasies. She could feel the breathtaking moment when he hit her end and could go no further, letting he body take him, then the beginning of slow, primal thrusting. His soft fingers coming once more to massage her sensitive clit as he pushed into her painfully slowly.

Maya opened her mouth and clenched her fist. The thin line between what was real and what was imaginary was suddenly lost. Everything was real to her.

"Ohhhh Zero!" She moaned breathlessly, her words dripping like syrup over her.

The gloved hand finger pushed harder, overwhelming her with the pressure. The touch was gentle, and yet it was rough. It was just the way she liked it. His finger pads were bigger than hers, giving him away as male. She bucked up, wanting more of his attention.

"Ahh! Zero don't stop!" She begged involuntarily.

His fingers moved faster at her command, circling her clit quicker, flicking it softly.

Maya gritted her teeth, she could feel the heat building that tingling in her abdomen, she was nearly there. Zero flicked her faster and Maya could take no more. Her legs hitched clamping around the form of her lover, her neck bent backward in the throws of heavy orgasm. Her body shattered around his talented fingers, lulling into hard, utter pleasure. She sighed out her body finally coming down, ghostly tingles reverberated through her leaving her on a high that seemed to swim around her. A smile broke her thin lips and she ran both of her hands through her short hair.

Maya furrowed her eyebrows. In the throws of her ecstasy, she had failed to realize...she had use of both her hands...and the leather of the gloves...had felt very real. Maya's eyes snapped open and she sat up sharply, just in time to see Zero flicker into view from his cloaking device.

"Zero!?" She barked.

Zero flashed a cheeky hologram smile and slowly retracted his gloved fingers from her body, the worn black leather now coated in Maya's finish.

"You called for me. I could not help it. I had to indulge." Zero said shrugging innocently.

Maya wanted to be mad...but in her gelatin like state of post-orgasm she could not find it in her. She wanted to ask many questions. She wanted to interrogate the asshole...but none of that mattered at the moment. Now she simply wanted to make up for lost love.

"How dare you crash my private party?" She whispered to him, a smile curling up deviously on her lips.

"I was not aware it was private. But alas I am without an invitation. But one guest does not make for a party." Zero mused playfully.

"Fine. But if you join this little party of mine, you have to listen to everything I say." Maya said narrowing her eyes.

Zero nodded obediently.

Maya grabbed Zero's belt and slid it off quickly, taking note of his bulging pants crotch. She offered him a devious smile and gently tied his hands behind his back.

"You may not do any touching." She said darkly.

Maya knew how much Zero enjoyed the sensation of touch. This was to be punishment as much as it was pleasure. Maya could not just let it slide that Zero had been acting strange toward her. Now she intended to torture him at his own game. She will be the ring leader now, and Zero must obey.

Zero swallowed hard but did not protest.

This was a revenge game. She was angry, and Zero knew it. Oh what had he agreed to. Possibly this was a poor decision, a less than pleased siren allowed all control of him. His penis throbbed beneath his hot clothing.

Possibly he did not care if this was a poor decision or not.

He wanted the torture she had in mind.

He wanted the punishment she had for him.

God knew he deserved punishment in some sort or fashion.

Maya grabbed Zero by the collar, her grip strong and quick. She pulled him toward her roughly forcing Zero to brace with his knees. Zero was at a loss with this. His power all given away he was lost. But lord did power look good on the siren.

"You are going to listen to my every command. Like a good boy. Or punishment will ensue. Do you understand?" Maya growled.

She said this with all the confidence she could muster, but there was a small shake there. She was new to this, she was angry at Zero and yet she wanted him. It was confusing as all hell.

Maya shoved Zero and he flopped onto his back at her release. Zero gasped a little the wind knocked out of him. Oh god was she angry with him. He could only imagine all that was brewing behind her eyes. He wanted all of it. He wanted it more desperately than life itself. He was drooling at the thought of being under the enraged power of her magic. He was drunk with the lust of being a slave to her. Maya crawled up Zero's body, her movements like some dramatic big cat. Sleek and gorgeous and ever so terrifying. She slowly wedged her slender knee up between Zero's thighs, putting slight pressure into his groin. Zero lurched awkwardly, his bindings causing his movements to fail him. He felt like a beetle overturned on the hot sand unable to flip itself over. He felt very helpless, and yet he felt so aroused by it. Maya moved her knee slowly, big lazy circles forcing pressure against the tightness of his pants. Shifting his balls and pressing against his hardness. The sensation was almost too intense, almost too much pressure. It hurt, almost, and yet Zero did not protest. He arched his neck back ever so slightly, the back of his helmet gently scraping the wet stone. Maya abandons the torture and moves to find another.

"I like your helmet Vault Hunter. Looks so smooth, mind if I...use it?" Maya breathes to Zero, ice and fire flickering in her eyes.

Zero is not sure if he should actually answer the question, or simply stay silent. He decides upon the latter.

Maya stalks up to his helmet and drags her tongue up the smooth material. Her hands play at the sides, running over the hard metal, glass and plastic. Her face is illuminated with a hologram heart, but Zero says nothing. She takes his silence as he is in too much of a chokehold to speak.

And she is right. Zero could not find the words if he wanted to. His throat is dry and raspy, his breaths coming in short unforgiving pants, not allowing his lungs enough to be satisfied. Maya kisses along the side of his mask. The material is worn, and hard beneath her lips. Cracks and scratches decorate the surface. Some made by stray bullets, some from the angry claw of a dying creature. Battles painted across the black mask like a masterpiece. It was as rough around the edges as the man behind it. Maya ran her tongue over his visor, leaving a small trail of wet in her wake. Zero groaned lowly, a guttural rumble that crawls up from his chest. Behind the mask Zero's eyes lulled to small pleased slits. There was something erotic behind watching her caress him, but not being able to actually feel her. He could only watch intently and drunkly. He felt heavy and foggy, his body taking on the weight of lust.

"You like that don't you? You big, bad, assassin..." Maya nearly whispered the last word to Zero and he could only shutter as it met his senses.

Her breath was hot on his visor, fogging his vision ever so slightly. He moaned to himself, the heat behind his mask rising.

Maya then suddenly leaned up on her knees, and crawled over Zero's helpless form. Zero bit his lip and shivered at the new view.

Maya was now sitting on his mask, doughy buttocks spreading across his vision. He pulled against his belt halfheartedly, he wanted so badly to grab hold of those cheeks, his fingers making sweet indentions in the flesh. He wanted to see the glorious view of his dick sliding in, hilted within her hungry body.

Maya leaned her arms on the rock above Zero's head to steady herself then gently began to rock on her knees. She slid herself against Zero's smooth faceplate, still wet with her own saliva. It was a more pleasing sensation than she had fully expected, her sensitive mound rubbing against the hot visor.

Zero was going mad. All he could do was watch from behind a glass barrier. He felt like a fish in an aquarium, at any other point this would not bother him, but now oh he was reeling. Her plump pink vagina slid along his helmet, wet with her own pleasure, giving Zero a view he could hardly handle. Maya rolled her hips forward, moaning gently at the motion. Maya could only begin to imagine what Zero's face must look like. Judging by his anxious grunts and moans he was growing extremely frustrated without the use of his hands. Maya grinned wickedly. She began to move in small circles, her breath hitching as the warmth in her groin began to grow already. The helmet was smooth and wet and she could not help but to lose herself in the feeling. A piece of armor that had seen more battles and blood than one could even begin to fathom and here she was using it as her own personal sex toy. She smiled wider and let lose a louder moan as she quickened her pace.

Zero's mouth hung a little agape, watching her intently. Her labia spread across the glass, wet and ready. She needed to be plundered, she seemed empty without him filling her. Her clit was swollen red, her body flushed with the stimulation. Zero cringed as his fierce erection throbbed against his ridiculously tight pants. The leather had no more room for him, and so he was uncomfortably shoved into its confines. An obvious line depicting his hardness through his clothing. He needed freedom from his armor and he needed it desperately. Zero could smell Maya's thick must and he inhaled it like a bong hit, holding it in his lungs for just long enough before letting it go in a husky groan.

"M-Maya. Your assistance is needed. P-please undo my pants." Zero managed to croak out, his mouth dry.

Maya stopped abruptly and looked down at her toy.

"And why would I do that." Maya sneered.

Zero moaned hoarsely, weakly, needily.

"Maya I beg of you, please..." Zero wheezed arching his hips ever so slightly, his worn armor rubbing against the stone.

Maya could see how hard he was through his armor, a small soaked spot forming where tears of pre-cum had nowhere to go.

Maya smiled, it was the least she could do. She would free him, but nothing else.

Maya undid the catches of his pants and peeled him open, allowed his thick erection to pop free of the material, releasing the unbearable heat within the confines of the clothes. Zero breathed out with the release.

His erection twitched with eager need for attention. Zero nearly whimpered, wanting Maya's touch, needing to feel her soft hands.

But as if reading his eyes, though concealed by the mask, Maya denied this much needed attention.

Her smile said it all. It was devious and mean.

She ignored Zero's needy state and slowly returned to her pleasure.

Zero groaned in protest.

His boots shuffled over the stone as he readjusted his knees. He was antsy and unsettled and his body was coming apart at the stitching. He felt unbearably hot beneath his clothing, such vicious, clawing heat. The beast in his gut was stirring, but not in a dangerous way. Just in a way that simply let him know that...it was there. It was present, awoken by the emotions coursing through Zero's body. Zero should have been worried. He should have stopped. But he didn't. He couldn't. He needed this. It had been days, and he was going absolutely crazed with need. He needed this filthy release. The creature could stir all it wanted, but Zero would not be denied this.

Maya resumed her self pleasure by use of her fellow vault hunters helmet.

Maya gripped Zero's shoulders as she rolled her hips to her liking, quickening her pace as her orgasm drew nearer. Zero could see her wetness dripping down his visor, oh how he wanted to taste her pleasure. He wanted his face between those strong thighs of hers, feeling them squeezing against him. But he could only view it all through his visor. The sound of Maya's moans swam through him, washing over his senses.

Maya flung her head back, mouth agape in pleasure as she hit her peak. More streaky fluids ran down the glass of his helmet and Zero groaned weakly as she shook on top of him, her body convulsing with orgasm.

Zero bucked up, thrusting into the air, needing some type of touch, any at all. The buildup of need in his groin is almost painful. His balls pulled tight to his body, orgasm was right there but he just couldn't quite tip over the edge.

Maya slumped against him, her body spent and worn.

She sighed out loudly and then slowly looked back over her shoulder at her assassin's poor shape.

His raging purple head is swollen and needy, a string of cum connecting between it and his lower stomach. Zero gave a pitiful groan and Maya smiled wickedly.

"Oh goodness, what a state you are in huh Vault Hunter?" Maya cooed innocently.

Zero whined involuntarily.

"M-Maya please! I-i can hardly stand it! Please!" Zero begged, losing what little dignity he had left int he throws of the need for orgasm.

His dick throbbed angrily, leaking more slick pre-cum onto his armor.

Maya put her finger to her lip and shook her head scoldingly.

"Oh assassin begging will not do you any good! You should know better than that." She said meanly.

Zero pulled at his bindings, he could break them if he wanted...but he wanted to keep his only belt in tact...and wanted to give his siren this little tease of revenge that she seemed bent on. But gods she was mean.

Maya reached down and Zero felt his breath catch in his throat, but instead Maya dabbled her fingers in the pool of fluids on his abdomen.

"What a mess you are making assassin. How unprofessional of you." She said viciously. Her words alone were like strokes to his body, her voice teasing against his skin.

Zero squeezed his eyes shut. He was so very close, without being touched at all, he just needed to be spilled over the edge.

Zero moaned out loudly, needing release, he needed it so badly and yet she would not give it to him.

"I have no option b-but to beg! I can't take it much longer! Ah!" Zero breathed horsely, his voice cracking miserably.

Maya seemed to be pondering what action to take next.

"Hmm...I don't know. Do you deserve to finish? Or should I make you suffer for a little while longer?" Maya mused evilly.

Zero raked his tongue over dry lips and huffed out, bucking his hips in vain. Hoping she may take pity on him. The minutes passed and there was no pity for his state. Maya seemed to be getting great pleasure from seeing him squirm, watching his need grow larger, watching him go mad. Maya splayed her palms over Zeros chest touching him through the leather and he groaned in response. Every little touch was like a scalding iron, building the need even more.

Maya then stood, leaving her tortured lover laying there helpless.

She then crouched over his thighs.

Oh please...was all Zero could think.

Maya then quickly clasped one of her slender hands around Zero's swollen cock. She stroked it, pulling the bunched skin upward, thumbing his underside, squeezing forcefully.

Zero's body responded in the only way it could. Zero cried out loudly, breathily, his masculine moan echoing off the rocks. Long ropes of cum exploded from his tip decorating his faceplate and chest, shamelessly messing himself in the throws of his finish. Zero moaned out weakly, burst after burst of hard ejaculation. He let his head fall backward against the stone tiredly. He was very certain he had never come that hard in all his life, it left his body shivering. His eyes rolled back as he simply laid there, spent beyond all reason, his chest heaving pitifully.

Maya pushed and pulled every drop from his stiff member, sticky cum clinging to her fingers as it weeped from his tip.

Zero's cock jumped as she did so, weakly dispensing the last of his finish onto his stomach.

Maya grinned wickedly.

"My goodness assassin, so quick to spill your load." She teased meanly.

"I do believe...you are...the most evil woman...I have ever laid eyes on..." Zero managed through short breaths.

Maya simply burst out in chuckles.

She tenderly leaned down and ran her tongue up Zero's still hard cock, collecting his oozing cum on her tongue. Zero groaned lowly, the sound coming out more like a purr than anything else. Maya sucked his head, savoring the rich, strange taste. It was musky and male, she could not help but to love it.

Zero pushed up into her mouth his thickness filling her cheeks.

Maya let his member pop from her cheeks, saliva stringing between her plump lips and his head. He sighed loudly.

Zero sat up with Maya's help and she slowly undid his belt that bound his hands. Zero flexed his hands and rubbed his wrists, working feeling back into them.

Maya crawled into his lap, looking at him through dark lashes.

Zero looked at her through a helmet covered in her finish and his own and the visual alone caused his cock to twitch in interest. He's not sure if it was the prolonged journey to his finish, or the lack of sexual contact for well over a week and a half...but his erection refused to calm itself.

Maya rocked her plump buttocks against Zero's hardness, squeezing it between her cheeks. Zero made a sharp noise, expressing his pleasure for he motion.

"You know you still have to listen to me." Maya whispered to him, her arms draped around his strong shoulders.

"I did not realize I was still under your slavery. Are we still playing this game? If so I'm afraid I may be disobedient." Zero mused his hands snaking around to her cheeks.

Maya smiled slowly, the grin cutting across her thin cheeks like glass.

"Oh we are still playing that "game" vault hunter. And I have orders for you." Maya whispered softly.

"What are my orders siren. I shall do my best to listen to instruction. But I have no guarantees for you." Zero countered.

"But I believe you will like this new set of orders vault hunter. They are very important...or I may not allow you to live." Maya bit off her words viciously.

She then lifted herself to her knees, and came back down on Zero's lap, sinking his fat member into her soaked entrance.

Zero's eyes snapped open and he took a sharp breath in surprise.

"Fuck me until you can't fuck anymore assassin." Maya breathed into his ear.