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He Goes Bump in the Night
Anxious hands felt through the dark and there was nothing there. She swore someone was watching her. He was watching her. She turned the corner and large hands pulled her into the pantry, covering her nose and mouth to muffle any screams.
"Shhh. If you're a good girl, I'll let you breathe. No screaming for help."
She'd recognize that darkly sweet and menacing voice anywhere. It always felt like something thick and sticky running all over her ears. When she stilled her struggling he lifted his hand but left it there as a precaution. An unspoken test of trust.
"Sylar."
He chuckled.
"I love the way you say my name, Claire-bear. So contemptuous and fiery! Just like Mommy used to be."
"Don't talk about my mother, you son of a bitch!"
"Let's not be hypocritical, then. I won't talk about yours if you don't talk about mine."
"Why are you here? You've already taken what you wanted from me, I have nothing left to give."
"Wrong on both accounts, I'm afraid. You have so much more to give and I'm a greedy man."
He moved the hair from her neck to admire it.
"So sweet, innocent, and ripe for the taking."
The back of his hand stroked down her neck with an added telekinetic caress trailing behind it that left goosebumps in its wake.
"I have a proposition for you. I hate your father, I mean I really hate him. He's done unspeakably awful things to me."
"Good!"
He laughed quietly.
"Everything you hate me for is just as much his fault."
He jerked her closer.
"He made me."
"What‽"
"That's right. I'm one of his little experiments for the Company. They wanted to know how my ability works so they forced me into a situation where I'd kill and then they let me go so they could watch it again and again and again and again… I really have killed quite a lot of people. In fact, he only cared about stopping me once I found out about you. I didn't even know who your father was, what his role in my creation was, or your connection to him until he told me. That was really sloppy. Life's beautiful that way sometimes. We can't avoid our destinies. I bet you can't stand him either. See, you're a good person Claire, I know. Sure you've got a penchant for vengeance, that frankly I find irresistible, but you only want to hurt those who hurt others. That makes you righteous, but Daddy is a bad man. One of the worst, really. You can hate me all you want for the things I've done but at least I don't torture people for fun, experiment on them, take advantage of them at thier most vulnerable and leave them even more confused, scared, and lonely when I have all the answers to their questions and could just talk to them like they're GODDAMN HUMAN BEINGS!"
Sylar smoothed a hand over his hair to calm himself with a sigh.
"As I was saying, I'm willing to bet that right about now you hate him too. He even hurts kids, something I've never done."
"What about Molly Walker?"
"What about her? She's alive isn't she? Believe me, Claire, if I'd wanted her dead she would be. Would've been much easier, honestly, but I don't like harming children. They're innocent. Just like you."
Warm fingers traced over her clavicle making her skin crawl.
"Nothing would upset your father more than if his precious little Claire-bear were to lose her maidenhood to the Big Baaad Wolf. How 'bout it,"
His left hand wrapped around her jaw and turned her head to face him.
"Wanna get eaten? We could give new meaning to Red Riding Hood."
Claire's eyes had now adjusted to the dark and she could finally see his face. Black eyes met green and the glisten of lust turned them anthracite, sending danger warnings directly into her soul as that perverted innuendo registered.
"You've got to be joking! You think that I would… with you‽ You're crazy!"
"Am I? Don't you want to get back at him for making you feel like a fool? For turning your whole life into a lie? And for what? Tell me, Claire, did those lies actually protect you and your family or put you all in danger because you were living in blissful ignorance? Those lies were to make his life easier so that he didn't have to deal with any of you interfering with his work. Why else wouldn't he let you be his 'one of them' when Angela took over? Hmm? Your own grandmother wouldn't have turned you into a labrat against your will. With her manipulation skills and your eagerness to prove your worth and make a difference, you'd have done so voluntarily. He wasn't protecting you. He didn't trust and respect you. No, it's more than that. He couldn't stand the thought of it being you. If he saw you using your ability day in and day out you'd be just like the rest of us to him. He'd stop loving you and he knows it. That's the true reason, Claire. Tell me I'm wrong? Tell me you haven't seen how dehumanizing the way he treats us is."
She looked away and he let her, brushing her hair back again.
"I could give you back all those feelings you've been missing, and so much more."
"You don't have the ability to do that, and I'm not letting you anywhere near my head ever again!"
"Oh, no?" Sylar's voice lowered and felt more dangerous than before.
A soft kiss pressed into the top of her shoulder, then several of them worked up to the back of her ear. As he kissed his way up he stroked his hands over her shoulders and down her arms.
"Tell me that doesn't feel good and I'll stop. If you're telling the truth."
"I…" Her breathing hitched.
Sylar kissed back down, adding small licks intermittently. When he reached the junction of her shoulder he sucked slowly and powerfully leaving a large hickey. He felt overwhelmed when he saw it disappear before his eyes and exhaled predatorily. He pulled her flush against him and slid one arm down to her hip and the other over her neck in an inescapable diagonal embrace.
"Tell me you don't want me. That you're not even the slightest bit curious."
He nipped at her neck and shoulder then dragged his inner lip across her left shoulder, nipping again at the edge. A hot moist sensation met her skin as his tongue flattened against her shoulder and he laved languidly to her earlobe. A light bite there elicited a loud whimper and his head tilted over her shoulder so that she may see his crooked smile.
"Stop! I don't want you. You disgust me!"
Sylar's eyes narrowed and he broke out into a sinister smirk. Claire was spun quickly as he shoved her against the shelving, pinning her in place by her hips.
"That's a lie."
Lips met the other side of her neck faster and more aggressively than before. Gently biting her jaw earned him another whimper and he searched her eyes.
"How badly do you want to kiss me right now?"
"Unless you call a punch to the mouth a kiss with a fist, I don't want to kiss you!"
His face twitched causing his eyes to close.
"You know, normally I hate lies, but under the circumstances you're making them quite enjoyable. It tingles in all the right ways!"
He dove in, both hands taking her face as he kissed her wildly. She moaned in protest, hitting and pushing him away. When that didn't work she tried to turn away but had nowhere to go. He didn't relent and soon she let out a moan of pleasure. In response Sylar pulled her head and pressed his pelvis against hers. When she gasped in surprise he shoved his tongue inside and kissed even more passionately. Why she didn't bite it off was a baffling mystery.
No! No! I do not want this! Not with him! I… Oh! Why does it feel so good? It never felt like this kissing West. I… NO! I refuse to enjoy this!
Using his telekinesis he slowly unbuttoned her blouse without breaking the kiss. Once it was open his hands caressed over her shoulders and slid it halfway down her arms. She moaned in protest again and he broke the kiss to look at her body. No one had ever seen her like this sexually. The way he admired her and looked into her eyes was more loving than lustful.
This time he moved in to kiss her again, slowly, giving her plenty of time to stop him or turn away. Claire did nothing. She felt confused by the look in his eyes and drawn in by the abrupt change of pace. His own ability allowed him to know exactly what he'd need to do to get what he wanted. Sylar's approach was calculated and methodical, leaving Claire mesmerized. She didn't kiss back but she didn't resist.
The gentle and caring kiss felt somehow more passionate than his earlier oral assault. He pulled back and tenderly caressed her face, then moved in just as slow and controlled as before.
"Kiss me. We both know you want to."
"I. Don't. Want. To kiss. You!"
His eyes rolled back and he exhaled pleasurably.
"Lie to me, Claire. Lie so I can show you the truth and set you free."
The addition of his hand holding her cheek made the kiss feel even more loving and tender. When she moaned softly against his lips, he knew it was purely from pleasure.
"I… I don't want to kiss you. I don't! I-"
He kissed again to silence and inspire her.
"Yes! Lie to me just like that. Oh!"
Sylar pulled her into the kiss then pushed her into the shelves with his body, head moving at different angles as he moaned quietly. The tactic worked and she moaned again. He drew her lower lip between his and started sucking it. The next moan forced her lips to purse from the way he was pulling the bottom one, making it feel like she kissed him back, as intended.
"Yes! Kiss me, Claire. Don't hold back!"
The intensity of the kissing increased and the other hand framed her face. Everything was the same as before which made the contrast all the more obvious.
I didn't kiss him! I… It did feel that way, but that was just my muscles moving. It's not like it would change anything if I did. Right?
Hesitant lips pressed against his so faintly it was barely detectable. He kept talking like he didn't notice, only to inspire her more.
"I won't judge you. I accept you. I'll always accept you just the way you are, Claire."
Oh, God! Why do I feel like I'm going to cry? He accepts me? I…
“Like I give a damn what you think. Your opinion means nothing to me.”
Sylar's inner brow raised.
“That's not entirely true.”
“Yes it—”
“I'm not just saying that to get something from you. I mean it. I accept you, Claire, for who you are. For whoever you choose to be.”
The second he said it she very purposefully kissed him pushing forward slightly to do so. Sylar's hand quickly traced down to her right waist and pulled her against himself as he kissed harder. He switched back and forth drawing each lip between his and lightly licking them. Her eyes shut tightly and her lip trembled as she copied him and placed his lower lip between hers. When she sucked he moaned, slid down her thigh, and lifted her leg over his hip. He pressed her back into the shelves as his tongue slipped into her mouth once again. Several cans and jars jostled as Claire moaned loudly.
He sped up his movements. Her tongue slid against his and suddenly it was a battle of wills. Sylar's hand roamed down her leg to her ass and squeezed firmly as he pressed his hips against hers. She moaned and gripped the shelves tightly.
He tore away from the kiss and attacked her neck, using his mind to turn her head and give him more access. Surprisingly warm hands slid over her body as he lowered himself, kissing down her torso.
Once on his knees he looked up at her through his brows with a devious grin. His head turned left and he kissed his way up her thigh, caressing his hands up both legs until they rested on the top of her pajama shorts. Deft movements opened the string and pulled them off slowly, as though he were pulling the ribbon of the bow on his present. When they reached past her knees he let gravity take them. The soft thud of the fabric on the floor was the only sound for a while and so loud to her ears.
He kissed up her left leg and looked at her sideways as he took her panties into his teeth and pulled. Using telekinesis on the other side, he slid them off. When he reached her ankles he lifted her left leg to his shoulder and kissed back up it. Midway, he switched to her right leg and kissed down, effortlessly lifting her supporting leg out of the clothes trapped on her foot. She saw him levitate her panties into his back pocket as he kissed his way up her inner thigh and kept lifting that leg until it was on his opposite shoulder.
She was about to say something about that when Sylar locked eyes with her and gingerly licked her lips. Her eyes went wide and she gasped realizing what he intended to do. He did ask if she wanted to be eaten. Not his fault if she didn't catch his meaning.
Purposeful, firm hands moved up the outsides of her legs, supporting her telekinetically to allow himself the pleasure of touching her. He kissed her lips a few times then slowly worked his tongue between them. As he slid it back and forth he never looked away from her eyes, intent on watching her come undone in his hands (and mouth).
Suckling her clitoris a bit caused a loud moan and she held the shelves so tightly he could hear her nails scratch the surface. Licking between her lips once again allowed him to savor her now flowing juices.
“So that's the taste of innocence.”
His tongue stiffened and entered her completely. Claire gasped out a scream and he smiled against her. He tightened his grip on her thighs and ass, buried himself in her folds, and went to town.
She started regularly moaning in no time. Nearly every exhale was an exclamation of ecstasy. His roaming hands were touching and groping everywhere they could, working her into a frenzy.
Sylar loved using his natural ability this way. He knew she was close and felt his excitement building in his chest, moaning into her rhythmically using vibrations to drive her crazy. Stimulating her clit mentally in tandem caused her first orgasm to come flooding into his mouth. He sucked it down greedily like she was quenching a centuries long thirst.
He released her mental binds to feel her weight collapse into his arms, then stood and raised her up to hip height using only his own strength, just to prove he could. His left hand slithered up her body in time with him standing and stopped on her throat and jaw. Dazed eyes met determined ones as he turned her lulled head to look down into them, his gaze abyssal, dark irises blending into pupils fully blown from lust.
"Tell me you want me."
"I… I don't. I- I don't want you…"
Claire averted her eyes and closed them, no longer believing it herself.
"I've decided. You tell the prettiest lies."
A hungry animal, that's what she saw when he forced her to look and kissed her once, angrily. She could barely react from all the overwhelming feelings both mentally and physically.
A firm right hand palmed her vagina and she tensed. His mouth opened and eyes widened mocking her surprise as he pressed past her barrier and his middle finger slipped inside. Once the top knuckle touched the outside he flashed a self-satisfied smile, slowly rotating it then wiggling it side to side. He was utterly amused and she hated the way his changing expressions showed he was toying with her.
Despite herself, Sylar coaxed out a moan when he touched her g-spot. Finally moving his finger back out to the nail, his eyes became half lidded, rolling back in his head when he added the index and pushed.
"Oh God, you're so tight, Claire." He whispered this like he was losing his ability to speak.
Both fingers were pressed fully inside and he kissed her sweetly as he began to fuck her with his hand. The first few sounds were closer to screams as he stretched her and touched her in ways her body had never known. The better it started to feel for her the more he seemed to be enjoying it too. He was moaning steadily into kisses and caressing her with his free hand, which came to her breast and groped a few times before they both needed more.
Telekinesis made quick work of her bra clasp, pulling it off by hand to feel her bare breast. He moaned softly into the kiss then moved his head to her opposite breast and kissed his way to the nipple, tongue flicking over it then blowing cold air there. She whimpered and he kissed it as tenderly as his earlier kisses to her mouth. When he started suckling on her nipple he began scissoring his fingers back and forth and she became incredibly vocal. He kissed her to muffle her screams and knew she was about to lose control.
"Oh, Claire. Tell me you want me, please. You're torturing me!"
The gentle kiss effectively stunned her with affection.
"Can't you see how I need you? How I've always needed you."
He brought her hand to his bulging erection, so painfully strained against his black jeans and she gasped having never touched genitals before. A phantom grip moved her hand up and down and he groaned.
"I want to be inside you so badly."
His ministrations stopped and he kissed tenderly again. It felt like he was searching for the answer to an unspoken question in her eyes.
"No. Please… Oh, please, don't stop…"
Her self-loathing from begging was obvious, but she was right on the edge and couldn't bring herself to care. After losing pain she felt so deprived physically. Starved of feeling.
"If I give you what you want, will you do the same for me? I feel like you're taking advantage of my… generosity."
Another kiss paired with a twitch of his fingers evoked a desperate moan.
"I…"
He moved them out torturously slowly and back in the same, expression saying he expected an answer.
"I'll gladly set you free if you promise to do the same for me."
"I- Oh, God! I… I… OH!"
The pace increased momentarily then slowed again. He was edging her expertly and she felt like crying.
"OKAY! I'll give you anything you want just please, don't take away this feeling too!"
"Oh, Claire, I'll give you everything. You can feel this way as often and long as you want. Consider it my apology for taking away your pain. I'll teach you how to live again!"
The passionate kiss aided his hand in quickly sending her over the edge. Sylar kept fingering her with his mind so he could free himself of his jeans, holding himself as he slowly pushed his way inside while she was still riding out her orgasm.
Once pressed against her barrier, he waited, kissing her deeply. The act was so intimate she got emotional. His tenderness seemed cruel knowing what he used those hands to do to people.
He searched her eyes again and she realized he was asking permission. Claire shut hers, pulled harshly, and kissed him madly. Sylar moaned and pushed his way inside, huffing another moan when her hymen broke and he bottomed out.
"Oh, God," he exclaimed, stilling to kiss her until her body told him it had adjusted.
He knew she couldn't feel pain but truly wanted to try taking his time, if only for the novelty. Pulling back nearly fully, he carefully penetrated her again deeply. Ever curious eyes held her gaze as he built a steady rhythm. Her uncomfortable expression shifted as the odd sensation turned more and more to pleasure.
Slowly her fear subsided and she felt safe in his embrace. He held her so delicately as though she were the most precious thing he's ever known and she started to feel guilty for enjoying this.
"Why does this feel so good?" She moaned the last word, as if for emphasis.
His words brought no comfort as they bore the weight of the eternity she so desperately wished to escape.
"Inside you is where I belong, Claire. It's destiny. I know you can feel how special this is. It feels right, being one with me. Doesn't it? Oh! God, Claire, you're so fucking perfect!"
A ferocious kiss consumed her as he started taking her just as roughly. Moans turned to pleasured screams and he heard one of her nails break against the shelf. Holding her right leg mentally, he laced his fingers in hers and pinned the arm over her head. Watching the missing piece regrow made him hungrier and his thrusts started getting harder and deeper. Her left arm clutched his back.
"Oh, God! Sylar! Oh!"
"Call me Gabriel."
"Wh-What?"
"That's my name. I want to be myself with you…"
He groaned as her walls clenched around him. This innocent request made her feel closer to him than anything he'd uttered before as he gave himself to her. It felt like a demon giving its true name and all the power and trust that comes with it. Claire came suddenly and powerfully.
"GABRIEL!"
Her scream broke the last vestige of his restraint and he growled as he let himself go. He pounded into her furiously like he intended to tear her in half. An ordinary woman would be bloodied and bruised but not his Claire, and she was his, something he decided he should disclose.
Everything in the shelves was rattling and a jar of pasta sauce that had been precariously perched on the edge from all that banging finally fell and shattered.
As if it were the chime signifying time to change positions Gabriel pulled her away from the shelves and used telekinesis to angle her at 45°. He hiked her right leg over his shoulder and brought his arm under her, grabbing the top of her shoulder for leverage. His right hand grabbed her hip with crushing force and left bruises that instantly healed over and over. She screamed his name again and he growled in her ear then spoke in a dark tone that felt irrefutable.
"Mine!"
He bit her shoulder until it bled, licked her off his lips, then kissed her. The taste of her blood in his mouth snapped the last of her resolve and Claire came undone. Tears streamed down as she cried out his name and the pleasured moans were a sexual serenade.
"You are mine!"
He kissed her roughly.
"And I am yours!"
And again.
"Forever!"
This one was soft and sweet. She'd been desperately fighting him, aching to touch more, so he released her pinned hand. He'd merely held it for control once he was sure she wouldn't hurt herself again on the shelf. It flew to his back then they both moved up into his hair as she kissed him with a fervor that rivaled his own.
"Come for me, and only me."
He bottomed out and she screamed a sound so pleasant he nearly finished.
"Come for me, Claire! Let me set you free."
He rubbed her clit with his mind, kissed her, and pinched both nipples. She was so over stimulated she couldn't do anything but comply, breaking the kiss to scream his name one last time and he finally let himself release.
"GABRIEL!"
"OH, CLAIRE!"
His mouth opened wide as his body started to shake.
"I love you! I have for a long time."
"WHAT‽"
He kissed her in a way that would only be possible if that were true. Gabriel buried his face in her shoulder as he came inside and she knew she'd never be free of him. One way or another they'd be together forever.