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Title: Affinity
Characters: Maya/Sylar
Rating: NC-17 (sex)
Word count: 2,547
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: Years together and not.
Note: Writen for
prompt #4 I need to want you. Takes place after Acceptance. Tis fragmented, jumps in time.
7 years after meeting
She sits on her knees by the bed, watching his sleeping face. Her eyes shine and she takes in short shallow breathes, trying to be quiet. He was finally deeply asleep after leaving her whole body throbbing with use and pleasure. But it was superficial, inside she was twisting. She had done this before, rose early and dressed, packed her things only to fall to her knees beside him, watching for to long and greet him as he opens his eyes with a lying happy smile.
I don’t love you…
His words echoes in her ear, harsh words of dismissal and scorn. Words she had brushed aside, he had been hurting, lashing out. But it hadn’t changed, not really; he was still using her as an outlet. She’s got to go, she was tired and no matter how she tried desperately to fool herself he really didn’t understand. He would go on, never stopping but she couldn’t do that anymore.
She remains on her knees.
*
4 months after meeting
He gazes out on the vapour fogged window, watching the trees swaying blurrily outside. He breathes in deep, inhaling the scent of coffee and eggs and tries to muster a smile. It was green like she said.
“Her collection wasn’t complete…”
Maya looks up from smearing jam onto her pancake and watches as he gazes contemplatively out of the window. There is a sad air about him and she settles her breakfast down and takes his hand that lies on the table next to his plate of scrambled eggs and toast. Feeling the lacing of her fingers he turns with a smile.
“You ok?”
He shrugs, “Yeah, just thinking back.”
“Your mother?” Maya says gently and he just nods, not meeting her eye. They had made it to Oregon and she had noticed a sadness and quietness come over him, more then usual. But she didn’t push it, it was still raw.
He sighs and leans forward, slipping his hand out of hers and grasps his fork and proceeds to poke at his breakfast. “I feel like a greasy spoon connoisseur by now.” Maya picks up her pancake with scoffing smile and they finish their food in silence.
They had been travelling together for months now, never staying in one place to long before they move on. After months of running Maya was growing sick of it, she just wants to settle in one place, even if it was for a few weeks…
He watches her as she combs her hair out through her fingers, breakfast eaten, pinching locks to inspect the ends. She speaks low.
“This would be a nice place to stay, there’s not to many people,” she drops her voice to a whisper, “and we have been free of police for months now. They haven‘t followed us since we made it out of New York…”
“Yeah…But it’s better to be completely sure. Somewhere more isolated and - Maya? Please look at me when I talk to you.”
She looks up from her hair, confused remark on her tongue but sees that he had been spellbound watching her strokes and she almost laughs. That fixation had become apparent very quickly. “It’s almost down to my butt, I need to cut it.”
He cocks a brow, displeased. “I like it the way it is…” His gaze starts to gleam lustily, hot and fierce and Maya feels her face heating. She straightens in her seat, drawing her coat on and stands.
“Easy for you to say Gabriel.” She delves her fingers into his hair, drawing it back so it stands up even more in messy tuffs. She trails her fingers down his cheek, his stubble rasping against her skin as she stares into his eyes before she bends over him to kiss his lips. He returns the gesture hungrily, cupping her face as he stands.
She breaks away for breath, pressing herself close for a moment before stepping away. He looks down at her and she knows what’s going to happen next.
“Lets go…” His voice is a purr, brushing against her and she follows him out with a body pounding with arousal.
*
One month after meeting
It had taken him by surprise, the sudden discovery of a sexual need. A libido to be precise.
Not to say he had never experienced sexual needs and arousals before, he had but it was something he could suppress. There were more important things to concern himself with. Maya for instance he had been immediately attracted to, she was probably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and knowing that his desire was mutual only made what he felt more stable and secure. It wasn’t something he wanted to ignore.
But it wasn’t something he wanted to rush either, no pressure to actually consummate those simmering feelings. Now it was completely different. In fact it was overwhelming him in it’s intensity. After the crushing disappointment of being denied his abilities back and forced to run with Maya he found himself wanting to have sex constantly, wanted to touch, take and savour her whenever they had a spare moment alone together, and in some cases not.
He been forced to grudgingly self diagnose himself, convincing himself that what was happening had an answer. And it did, he thinks. He had been dealt a severe blow, where once he had been filled with so much power and suffered the lose of it and then to have that hole filled with a sense of desperation and hope. Now he had none of this but the woman that had saved him. He was grasping at her, needing everything and anything she would give him to try and fill that hole in him.
Every smile, every swaying movement of her body, utterance of her throaty voice and glance of her eyes were his, everything she outputted to be viewed was his, everything she felt and thought was his to soak up. It made him feel good but it wasn’t enough, maybe never would be but he desperately needed it to be.
He exists in a strange sepia world, so reminiscent of his old dusty life, and he lives for the moments were it flares into Technicolor. He had that before, when he showed everyone how powerful he was but strangely it took the loss of that to show him that what he felt was watery in comparison to the blazing swell of pain he had felt when he was in that hot sweaty country, lost and vulnerable.
But with that flare of emotion had come another, not the same but still intense. Maya sitting in the back of the car with him. When he thinks back in retrospect it was something small really, kindness of a stranger. But at the time it had been so dreamlike to him, he had been no one but a tired, thankful man with a woman that had him entranced with her mere presence and the happiness he felt generating from her own.
It was all half remembered but now he finds himself constantly drawing on that pure feeling he had experienced, trying to recreate it and as humiliating as it was to confront making love together was a way he found to experience it again.
*
One and a half years after meeting
“Maya…” He breathes behind her ear, making her heart lurch. He had a cats tread. “Is something wrong?” His hands settle on her shoulders and slowly slide up her arms and pulls her back against him. She lowers her hands from tying her long hair up.
Her eyes flicker in the dark, frowning before she smiles, turning her face. “I‘m tired and it‘s my turn to do the driving in the morning.” She finishes with as he groans against her neck, hands coming around to cup her breasts. Her head falls back, arched to the side as he trails his lips up her throat.
“Ok…I understand.” He whispers but he remains pressed against her, kneading her breasts and kissing along her skin. Maya lifts a hand to grab at his hair, directing his mouth while the other reaches behind her for his erection that he’s rubbing against her back. But before she can touch it his hand suddenly rings her wrist and she’s turned around. His gaze burns salaciously, his mouth fastening on hers as he brings them both down to their knees.
Maya furiously kisses him as he tugs her closer, falling against his chest. His hands grip her hips and she lifted up to straddle his lap, his penis caught between them. “Nahh - uuh.” She breathes into his ear, nibbling before she leans back on her hands, chest thrust out “put it on.” She watches him as he rolls the condom on harshly, fierce eyes never leaving hers before he throws the wrapper away and grabs her hips and pulls her forward. She wraps her arms around his neck close, holding tight before loosening her embrace and settling back. She changes position as he starts to probe for entrance, rising so that her feet lie flat on the carpet, her knees drawn up. She hovers above his shaft and teases her lips over it, rubbing her clitoris around the head and his breath catches at the feel.
He loved being the one on top and she received a thrill from the position. But like this she felt more intimate, she could embrace and engulf him, draw it out or drive for a quick release. Maya grips at his wide shoulders, her hips gyrating and delving around his cock before she sinks down over him, taking him in an inch and then draws back. She does this repeatedly and instead of stilling her hips and plunging in he controls himself, face set with concentration.
“Seeing how long you will last?” She chuckles throatily, thankful that she has the weight of her hair off her body as it starts to trickle with sweat.
“Seeing if it’s abating…” He says through gritted teeth and Maya widens her eyes. It never occurred to her that he would find this incessant need frustrating. Maya knew she was but never told him. She smiles at him and kisses his lips softly before she centres him and sinks down, taking him to the hilt and the relief on his face is strong.
*
Two years after meeting
Maya had been swept away by him. He had come into her life when she needed something to grasp to, someone to identify with and Gabriel had been that person. More then that, he had been the sudden bundle of a man she had felt kinship to, so different to what she shared with her twin. Maya found a happiness that had been sourly lacking in her life, especially at that time. A compatibility and companionship she craved with this beautiful man. He was perfect, ideal and she had fallen deeply.
Now she sees the scuff marks in the canvas, a fading in places. There was an absence in him, a chunk missing and no matter how she tried to ignore it she couldn’t.
It was like telling a joke to someone and they don’t get it. The features mask over and the mind spaces as the wheels in the head try to desperately figure it out, pull out the right response. This was Gabriel, he covered it very well but it was there, the blankness lasting to long, the sudden animation to emotion like a gear clicking into place.
It was unnerving at first but she came to realise that he was damaged, he had suffered greatly and it had taken something from him. Maybe the death of his mother, Maya isn’t sure and when she tried to get him to confide he would clam up, looking at her with barely concealed confusion. Like he never expects anyone to be concerned and finding that he’s suddenly has this is bewildering. She sometimes catches him staring at her, a strange look on his face, wondering why on earth she was there.
*
Three years after meeting
Oregon is nice. Maya nods politely at her neighbour who watches her and Gabriel like a vulture.
“She thinks you’re beating me or something, I can see it in her eyes.”
He looks up from his book and squints his eyes at their neighbour through the curtain. “She hasn’t got anything better to do.” He looks up at Maya as she rubs her tummy and his eyes quickly look away and then back down to his book. “I told you that we should have stayed somewhere with no neighbours…”
Maya rolls her eyes at the tired phrase.
*
Three years, four months after meeting
The habitants of the small suburb in the leafy, quiet area couldn’t tell you how it happened, or even what it was but they all agree it effected everyone, all 600 of them.
There had been shouting from the Gray’s, not unusual but this time it was different because her voice had been the loudest. Her husband or boyfriend had been seen storming from the house, getting into his car and driving away.
The Hispanic woman had been left kneeling in the grass, her stomach swollen large for five months and cried silently. After an hour she had risen and entered her home.
At a time when most were in bed and resting tightly they had been woken from their rest, just for a moment but that was all it took to tell them something wasn’t right. Suddenly their throats closed up, their mouth gaping open for air before everything went black and they knew no more.
Four minutes it lasted and in that time span Maya had disappeared, with no trace. Her and Gabriel were never seen from again.
“It was like being choked with feeling, you know? When you can’t breathe it’s so overwhelming. Well it was just like that.”
*
17 years after meeting
He looks different with a beard, older, and his children tug it sharply before running away with squealing laughter and then back again. Not that they knew who he was, he was just the man that lives on the bench.
“Do you sleep here? My mamma takes in strays you know and -”
“No she don’t!” The little boy cuts in scornfully, looking at his sister like she was crazy.
“Well she does…”
He smiles at them, eyes unable to stop twitching between them. He had been coming to the park for months after finding out where she lives. The Company still hadn’t caught up with her, thank god, and he had made his presence tentatively known. She never comes near him, always watching from across the playground and he can’t make himself look at her. Just glances that hurt.
“You shouldn’t take strays home and you shouldn’t talk to them…your mom doesn’t mind?”
The boy laughs “Are you kidding?! She would kick your ass if she thought you were crazy.” His sister gasps and then laughs, shouting that she was telling mommy.
*
Present
She shaves his beard off as he watches her with a bemused look.
“You cut your hair off. I don’t like it.”
“I know."
Characters: Maya/Sylar
Rating: NC-17 (sex)
Word count: 2,547
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: Years together and not.
Note: Writen for
prompt #4 I need to want you. Takes place after Acceptance. Tis fragmented, jumps in time.
7 years after meeting
She sits on her knees by the bed, watching his sleeping face. Her eyes shine and she takes in short shallow breathes, trying to be quiet. He was finally deeply asleep after leaving her whole body throbbing with use and pleasure. But it was superficial, inside she was twisting. She had done this before, rose early and dressed, packed her things only to fall to her knees beside him, watching for to long and greet him as he opens his eyes with a lying happy smile.
I don’t love you…
His words echoes in her ear, harsh words of dismissal and scorn. Words she had brushed aside, he had been hurting, lashing out. But it hadn’t changed, not really; he was still using her as an outlet. She’s got to go, she was tired and no matter how she tried desperately to fool herself he really didn’t understand. He would go on, never stopping but she couldn’t do that anymore.
She remains on her knees.
*
4 months after meeting
He gazes out on the vapour fogged window, watching the trees swaying blurrily outside. He breathes in deep, inhaling the scent of coffee and eggs and tries to muster a smile. It was green like she said.
“Her collection wasn’t complete…”
Maya looks up from smearing jam onto her pancake and watches as he gazes contemplatively out of the window. There is a sad air about him and she settles her breakfast down and takes his hand that lies on the table next to his plate of scrambled eggs and toast. Feeling the lacing of her fingers he turns with a smile.
“You ok?”
He shrugs, “Yeah, just thinking back.”
“Your mother?” Maya says gently and he just nods, not meeting her eye. They had made it to Oregon and she had noticed a sadness and quietness come over him, more then usual. But she didn’t push it, it was still raw.
He sighs and leans forward, slipping his hand out of hers and grasps his fork and proceeds to poke at his breakfast. “I feel like a greasy spoon connoisseur by now.” Maya picks up her pancake with scoffing smile and they finish their food in silence.
They had been travelling together for months now, never staying in one place to long before they move on. After months of running Maya was growing sick of it, she just wants to settle in one place, even if it was for a few weeks…
He watches her as she combs her hair out through her fingers, breakfast eaten, pinching locks to inspect the ends. She speaks low.
“This would be a nice place to stay, there’s not to many people,” she drops her voice to a whisper, “and we have been free of police for months now. They haven‘t followed us since we made it out of New York…”
“Yeah…But it’s better to be completely sure. Somewhere more isolated and - Maya? Please look at me when I talk to you.”
She looks up from her hair, confused remark on her tongue but sees that he had been spellbound watching her strokes and she almost laughs. That fixation had become apparent very quickly. “It’s almost down to my butt, I need to cut it.”
He cocks a brow, displeased. “I like it the way it is…” His gaze starts to gleam lustily, hot and fierce and Maya feels her face heating. She straightens in her seat, drawing her coat on and stands.
“Easy for you to say Gabriel.” She delves her fingers into his hair, drawing it back so it stands up even more in messy tuffs. She trails her fingers down his cheek, his stubble rasping against her skin as she stares into his eyes before she bends over him to kiss his lips. He returns the gesture hungrily, cupping her face as he stands.
She breaks away for breath, pressing herself close for a moment before stepping away. He looks down at her and she knows what’s going to happen next.
“Lets go…” His voice is a purr, brushing against her and she follows him out with a body pounding with arousal.
*
One month after meeting
It had taken him by surprise, the sudden discovery of a sexual need. A libido to be precise.
Not to say he had never experienced sexual needs and arousals before, he had but it was something he could suppress. There were more important things to concern himself with. Maya for instance he had been immediately attracted to, she was probably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and knowing that his desire was mutual only made what he felt more stable and secure. It wasn’t something he wanted to ignore.
But it wasn’t something he wanted to rush either, no pressure to actually consummate those simmering feelings. Now it was completely different. In fact it was overwhelming him in it’s intensity. After the crushing disappointment of being denied his abilities back and forced to run with Maya he found himself wanting to have sex constantly, wanted to touch, take and savour her whenever they had a spare moment alone together, and in some cases not.
He been forced to grudgingly self diagnose himself, convincing himself that what was happening had an answer. And it did, he thinks. He had been dealt a severe blow, where once he had been filled with so much power and suffered the lose of it and then to have that hole filled with a sense of desperation and hope. Now he had none of this but the woman that had saved him. He was grasping at her, needing everything and anything she would give him to try and fill that hole in him.
Every smile, every swaying movement of her body, utterance of her throaty voice and glance of her eyes were his, everything she outputted to be viewed was his, everything she felt and thought was his to soak up. It made him feel good but it wasn’t enough, maybe never would be but he desperately needed it to be.
He exists in a strange sepia world, so reminiscent of his old dusty life, and he lives for the moments were it flares into Technicolor. He had that before, when he showed everyone how powerful he was but strangely it took the loss of that to show him that what he felt was watery in comparison to the blazing swell of pain he had felt when he was in that hot sweaty country, lost and vulnerable.
But with that flare of emotion had come another, not the same but still intense. Maya sitting in the back of the car with him. When he thinks back in retrospect it was something small really, kindness of a stranger. But at the time it had been so dreamlike to him, he had been no one but a tired, thankful man with a woman that had him entranced with her mere presence and the happiness he felt generating from her own.
It was all half remembered but now he finds himself constantly drawing on that pure feeling he had experienced, trying to recreate it and as humiliating as it was to confront making love together was a way he found to experience it again.
*
One and a half years after meeting
“Maya…” He breathes behind her ear, making her heart lurch. He had a cats tread. “Is something wrong?” His hands settle on her shoulders and slowly slide up her arms and pulls her back against him. She lowers her hands from tying her long hair up.
Her eyes flicker in the dark, frowning before she smiles, turning her face. “I‘m tired and it‘s my turn to do the driving in the morning.” She finishes with as he groans against her neck, hands coming around to cup her breasts. Her head falls back, arched to the side as he trails his lips up her throat.
“Ok…I understand.” He whispers but he remains pressed against her, kneading her breasts and kissing along her skin. Maya lifts a hand to grab at his hair, directing his mouth while the other reaches behind her for his erection that he’s rubbing against her back. But before she can touch it his hand suddenly rings her wrist and she’s turned around. His gaze burns salaciously, his mouth fastening on hers as he brings them both down to their knees.
Maya furiously kisses him as he tugs her closer, falling against his chest. His hands grip her hips and she lifted up to straddle his lap, his penis caught between them. “Nahh - uuh.” She breathes into his ear, nibbling before she leans back on her hands, chest thrust out “put it on.” She watches him as he rolls the condom on harshly, fierce eyes never leaving hers before he throws the wrapper away and grabs her hips and pulls her forward. She wraps her arms around his neck close, holding tight before loosening her embrace and settling back. She changes position as he starts to probe for entrance, rising so that her feet lie flat on the carpet, her knees drawn up. She hovers above his shaft and teases her lips over it, rubbing her clitoris around the head and his breath catches at the feel.
He loved being the one on top and she received a thrill from the position. But like this she felt more intimate, she could embrace and engulf him, draw it out or drive for a quick release. Maya grips at his wide shoulders, her hips gyrating and delving around his cock before she sinks down over him, taking him in an inch and then draws back. She does this repeatedly and instead of stilling her hips and plunging in he controls himself, face set with concentration.
“Seeing how long you will last?” She chuckles throatily, thankful that she has the weight of her hair off her body as it starts to trickle with sweat.
“Seeing if it’s abating…” He says through gritted teeth and Maya widens her eyes. It never occurred to her that he would find this incessant need frustrating. Maya knew she was but never told him. She smiles at him and kisses his lips softly before she centres him and sinks down, taking him to the hilt and the relief on his face is strong.
*
Two years after meeting
Maya had been swept away by him. He had come into her life when she needed something to grasp to, someone to identify with and Gabriel had been that person. More then that, he had been the sudden bundle of a man she had felt kinship to, so different to what she shared with her twin. Maya found a happiness that had been sourly lacking in her life, especially at that time. A compatibility and companionship she craved with this beautiful man. He was perfect, ideal and she had fallen deeply.
Now she sees the scuff marks in the canvas, a fading in places. There was an absence in him, a chunk missing and no matter how she tried to ignore it she couldn’t.
It was like telling a joke to someone and they don’t get it. The features mask over and the mind spaces as the wheels in the head try to desperately figure it out, pull out the right response. This was Gabriel, he covered it very well but it was there, the blankness lasting to long, the sudden animation to emotion like a gear clicking into place.
It was unnerving at first but she came to realise that he was damaged, he had suffered greatly and it had taken something from him. Maybe the death of his mother, Maya isn’t sure and when she tried to get him to confide he would clam up, looking at her with barely concealed confusion. Like he never expects anyone to be concerned and finding that he’s suddenly has this is bewildering. She sometimes catches him staring at her, a strange look on his face, wondering why on earth she was there.
*
Three years after meeting
Oregon is nice. Maya nods politely at her neighbour who watches her and Gabriel like a vulture.
“She thinks you’re beating me or something, I can see it in her eyes.”
He looks up from his book and squints his eyes at their neighbour through the curtain. “She hasn’t got anything better to do.” He looks up at Maya as she rubs her tummy and his eyes quickly look away and then back down to his book. “I told you that we should have stayed somewhere with no neighbours…”
Maya rolls her eyes at the tired phrase.
*
Three years, four months after meeting
The habitants of the small suburb in the leafy, quiet area couldn’t tell you how it happened, or even what it was but they all agree it effected everyone, all 600 of them.
There had been shouting from the Gray’s, not unusual but this time it was different because her voice had been the loudest. Her husband or boyfriend had been seen storming from the house, getting into his car and driving away.
The Hispanic woman had been left kneeling in the grass, her stomach swollen large for five months and cried silently. After an hour she had risen and entered her home.
At a time when most were in bed and resting tightly they had been woken from their rest, just for a moment but that was all it took to tell them something wasn’t right. Suddenly their throats closed up, their mouth gaping open for air before everything went black and they knew no more.
Four minutes it lasted and in that time span Maya had disappeared, with no trace. Her and Gabriel were never seen from again.
“It was like being choked with feeling, you know? When you can’t breathe it’s so overwhelming. Well it was just like that.”
*
17 years after meeting
He looks different with a beard, older, and his children tug it sharply before running away with squealing laughter and then back again. Not that they knew who he was, he was just the man that lives on the bench.
“Do you sleep here? My mamma takes in strays you know and -”
“No she don’t!” The little boy cuts in scornfully, looking at his sister like she was crazy.
“Well she does…”
He smiles at them, eyes unable to stop twitching between them. He had been coming to the park for months after finding out where she lives. The Company still hadn’t caught up with her, thank god, and he had made his presence tentatively known. She never comes near him, always watching from across the playground and he can’t make himself look at her. Just glances that hurt.
“You shouldn’t take strays home and you shouldn’t talk to them…your mom doesn’t mind?”
The boy laughs “Are you kidding?! She would kick your ass if she thought you were crazy.” His sister gasps and then laughs, shouting that she was telling mommy.
*
Present
She shaves his beard off as he watches her with a bemused look.
“You cut your hair off. I don’t like it.”
“I know."