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heroslayerHe'd managed to talk them into stopping in New York on their way south. It hadn't been hard really, even though they all knew going home was just as stupid as, say, storming Washington would have been, but he wasn't going to point that out. He wanted to see the fireworks in Times Square, and he was convinced that, as close to Godhood as he was, he could take anything that came their way. If anything came, though he severely doubted it would, that idea just as foolish as their being here in the first place, what with all the civilians down on the Square and the things he could do to them if provoked.
Smiling at the idea, he stepped out onto the balcony of the room they were renting and looked down out over the crowd. Peter was down there somewhere, inconspicuous in the swarm and probably wearing someone else's face, and briefly, he considering joining him. He'd gotten as far as shooting a glance over his shoulder to watch his twin meander out of the bathroom, the both of them feeling a bit like Agent Smith, and the thought evaporated just like that. Claire had come into the room, and his attentions -- their attentions -- were fixed on her, now.
The pair of them stared at her for a long moment, one from the bathroom door, the other from his place by the window and over his shoulder, and then the killer was pushing away from the balcony. He moved into the room, the door behind him sliding closed on its own, and offered her a mute, wolfish grin. His twin stayed in the doorway to the bathroom, both of them half hoping that Claire hadn't seen him.
It really hadn't taken much to convince Claire of the idea that they should stop in New York in their way south. She knew it was dangerous, but she couldn't resist the urge of being somewhere they had been before, something familiar to them all though it would be even more so for the boys. Plus they could blend in, and with the two of them, she was protected.
Perhaps it was because she was on her own sort of high after the holidays and pulling off what they had managed to achieve at the Carnival, or maybe it was just because she wanted to see the fireworks in Time Square, but either way she could barely sit still. It had been that way for the last few days. She still had to be somewhat safe though, and she almost envied Peter for the fact that he got to be down in the crowd but then she reminded herself that she wouldn't have to deal with being pushed around. Or Sylar potentially getting pissed off and hurting someone for pushing her.
Walking back into the room carrying a bucket of ice, she closed the door and walked over to place it on the table. She could feel Sylar's eyes on her but she was unaware of his 'twin' standing in the bathroom doorway. Looking up in time to catch the wolfish grin, she arched a brow at him before smirking a bit. "What?"
He popped one shoulder in a shrug, heading further into the room; his twin took a half-step back into the bathroom, just in case she looked that way. "Nothing. Just ... in a good mood."
She didn't look over that way though, mainly because Sylar had her attention. Okay, yes, there were technically two Sylars in the room but she only has eyes for the one she was focused on at the moment. "I'm glad." She smiled, as she walked over to him to wrap her arms around his waist.
Humming, he slung an arm around her waist in turn, his other hand coming up to brush the backs of his nails over her cheek as he looked down at her. Then, suddenly and without warning, he was ducking his head to kiss her, his mouth hard on hers.
The way he kissed her was almost surprising but she didn't complain as she instantly melted against him with a soft noise of pleasure. Pressing her hands to his back, she kissed him back with equal fervor, her lips parting easily beneath his as her tongue rolled up to gain entrance before retreating. He certainly had a way of making her head spin deliciously, her breath faltering in her chest as she let everything else fade away.
His lips twitched just a bit, fighting a smirk at that catch of breath, but he didn't break the kiss. He did, however, ease up a bit, tongue chasing after hers almost teasingly, knowing that she wouldn't be able to feel it if he kept up the brutality. It really wasn't fair sometimes that she couldn't feel pain -- God, the things he could do to her to sweeten the pleasure if she could -- but fair or not, facts were facts. And he didn't want to sacrifice her reactions and the sense of power they brought him for a little violence.
Sliding a hand up his back, she let her nails play over the material of his shirt to tease him just as he was teasing her. At times she wished she could feel pain too, like she had for those glorious couple of weeks when she could feel the sharp tang of every nip, bite and bruising mark he could leave on her, but the lack of pain didn't lessen anything between them. He could still make her body hum and pulse with need. As he continued to kiss her, she pressed her thighs together to try and control the urges.
He arched his back into her fingers briefly, and then rocked forward into her, pressing her back towards the door. He didn't particularly want Peter walking in on them -- not that he particularly expected him to, what with the new year still an hour away -- and if he put her against it so that it couldn't be opened, maybe he'd take the hint. Or maybe, better yet, he'd put his twin's back to the door and sandwich her between the two of them. Same end result, but done in a way that appealed to him more.
That in mind, as they got close to the door, it wasn't solid wood that her back found but another warm body, a second arm -- one that was clearly not his, not exactly, his fingers still at her cheek -- snaking around her waist from behind. He didn't try to fight the smirk this time.
Claire wasn't going to complain about wherever he wanted to leave her. It probably didn't even fully register that he was walking her backwards because all she focused on was how good it felt to kiss him. But of course she took notice almost immediately when her back didn't collide with the door but rather against another body. As the arm snaked around her waist, she broke from the kiss with a gasp and quickly looked back behind her to see who it was suddenly holding her.
Pressing his mouth to the shell of her ear, he mumbled something reassuring, ignoring his twin and the dual sensory input -- the fact that he could still see Claire, despite the fact that his eyes were closed -- as his other self looked down at her.
It took her a moment or two to register what was happening but it didn't take long to catch up after that. She couldn't deny there was something incredibly erotic about the situation even if it was a bit surreal, almost like a dream. In fact, she's pretty sure she had a dream like this before and now she had the chance to live it. Swallowing down the sudden nerves, she smiled before leaning up to kiss the man behind her.
He moaned against her ear, the experience of her kissing his twin strange and wonderful, and then he was returning the favor, his own lips feathering down over her exposed throat. He let his mouth linger over her pulse, tongue slipping over her skin to taste the salt of it, while his other self nipped at her lower lip lightly, and then he was pulling away. He hoped the version of himself still kissing her could keep her distracted enough that she wouldn't reach for him. He had an idea, and he needed a little space, first.
She shivered at the sound of his moan, delighted by it even, but then it was her turn to moan at the feel of his lips feathering down her throat. Her pulse jumped, fluttering in response to his tongue against her skin and the nip that followed it. She nipped back playfully, her heart racing faster and her blood running hotter as she continued to kiss the one behind her. She also wondered what the original Sylar was going to do as he pulled away from her.
For a moment he did nothing, simply content to stand there, eyes half-lidded as he drank in sensation. Funny how he hadn't thought to put his shiny new toy to this use when he'd first gotten it -- he'd been thinking more about how hard it would be for Nathan to find them and, possibly, how easy it would be to get to him and kill him. He could get to that later, though. Now this seemed the most wonderful and the most devious thing he could be doing with his Christmas present.
Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he dropped down to his knees soundlessly. He reached up, fingers playing at her fly as his twin slipped his hand under the hem of her shirt to flatten his palm against her stomach, and then he was unzipping her jeans slowly, eyes fixed on her face. It was almost disappointing that she wasn't looking down at him from under her eyelashes, watching from under her eyelashes as he worked his hand under the denim at her hips, but he supposed that could be forgiven. Particularly when he could still taste her mouth on his and feel her warm against his chest. Particularly when, when he finished, he doubted she'd be able to stand.
There was no denying she had wondered what it would be like to do something like this, and she had wondered about it ever since he got his new toy, but she had been leery about suggesting it. Especially after the whole whipped cream incident and the tension that had sprung from that even if it turned out fun later on. But now that he was doing this, she found herself growing more and more aroused as he surrounded her.
When she felt his fingers toying with the fly of her jeans, she started to pull back at the same time his double slid a hand up under her shirt to start touching her. Breaking the kiss, she panted softly as she looked down at Sylar as he started to work the denim over her hips. Arching away from the man behind her, she wriggled a little to help him out, all the while watching from under heavy lids. When he got the jeans down to her feet, she stepped out of them and then looked back at the man behind her before leaning up to kiss him a bit harder. Her hunger was definitely starting to show, through.
He looked up when she shifted to help with her jeans, smirking as he took note of her expression -- it seemed he'd gotten what he was hoping for, even if he hadn't expected it.
He hummed approval as he looked away, wetting his lips with his tongue as she leaned to kiss his twin again, and he put a hand to her thigh, nudging her legs apart. He raked his eyes over her, his twin pushing his hand up over her stomach and under the hem of her bra to brush his fingers over her breast, and then he was leaning in, flicking his tongue over her clit, testing her reaction.
She met his gaze for a heartbeat or two, taking his the expression on his face and the heat of his eyes before she kissed his twin again. As the hand pressed against her thigh, she shifted slightly, spreading her legs further apart even as she rocked back to grind her backside against the arousal pressing against her. Then she moaned sharply into the twin's mouth at the feel of the tongue against her clit, her entire body shuddering in reaction as little sparks of pleasure exploded through her mind.
Another pleased hum, this one closer to a moan at the taste of her, and he curled his tongue around her clit, tongue rolling around it, lightly. Where he'd managed to stop the sound from being an all out moan, however, his other self didn't, echoing the sound that had fallen from her as he kissed her back, claimingly. And as he did, he dragged his thumb over her nipple, both him and the actual version of Sylar wonderingly briefly if it would be possible to send her into some kind of sensory overload.
That, they thought, would be on even footing with the pain they couldn't inflict.
Briefly, without knowing he was thinking the same thing, she wondered if it was possible to be sent into sensory overload as he continued to tease her. It was hard to anticipate what he was going to do next beyond tasting her, causing her to moan again as his tongue curled around her clit and continued to torture her. She panted softly into his twin's mouth, her nipple hardening beneath his thumb as she arched into his hand before slowly rocking her hips backwards against him again. Breaking the kiss, she gasped his name softly while tilting her head back and moving a hand to his head where she could tangle her fingers in his hair.
His twin arched up into her, their arousal very apparent against her skin; Sylar, however, didn't pull away to do anything about it. Being able to do this to her, tongue and fingers teasing over her, that was one thing. Taking care of his own arousal while there was someone else around, though? Even if it was, well, himself? That seemed to send the same reaction the whipped cream had originally had crawling through his brain -- it was almost mortally embarrassing. And so he kept at what he was doing with to her, slipping his hand up over her thigh to drag through her heat as if that would be enough for both of them.
She wasn't sure it would be enough though, because there were plenty of times when it didn't feel like enough even with just one Sylar but now he was torturing her with two. Not that she was going to complain, but she most definitely whimpered as he brought his other hand up to aid in what he was doing with his tongue and mouth. She was happier for the man behind her because he could help keep her on her feet, especially since her legs felt weak now.
He paused for a moment, leaving his tongue pressed against her, and then sharply he was pulling away. He got to his feet, his twin pulling his hands away, and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her away from him. And when he was certain she wasn't supporting himself solely on his other self's chest, his copy slipped out from between the door and her, wandering off to disappear somewhere as he settled her back against the wood.
It was unfortunate, the loss of dual sensation, but it was better this way, and he reached for the fly of his jeans, making short work of getting them open and off.
When he pulled away, she whimpered just a bit because once again he was trying to kill her or something, but then she started to understand as his twin slipped away. She couldn't even be bothered with being disappointed though, especially as Sylar pushed her back against the wood once more. Smirking, she watched him as he opened his jeans and got them off quickly. Reaching up, she wrapped her arms around his neck as she leaned up to kiss him. Somewhere in between there, she might have mumbled three little words she didn't say often but she felt them. Especially whenever he surprised her with something like this.
Tugging him closer, she moaned lightly as she felt his arousal press into her stomach.
He mumbled it back against her mouth, then returned the kiss, the hand not still around her waist slipping down her thigh again. This time, however, rather than brush his fingers over her again, he nudged at her leg, trying to get her to take the hint and hook it up up around his waist. It would help to have some kind of leverage, with their height difference; it would be even better if she used the door and his hold on her for support to wrap both of her legs around him.
She took the nudge as a silent instruction to do what he wanted, tightening her arms around him as she pulled herself up enough to wrap one leg around him and then the other. She did in fact use the door and his hold on her to stay pinned where she was, her breathing hitching again as she felt his arousal slide between her legs where there were no hiding the effect he had on her. Moaning, she rocked her hips downwards, grinding against him as she tried to urge him not to hold back anymore.
He echoed the moan, the sound partially muted by their mouths as he caught hers again, and finally, thankfully, he was pushing into her. His free hand joined the other around her waist to hold her close, enjoying the feel of her around him and, before that, that moment of resistance he always enjoyed.
She let out the sweetest moan as he pushed into her finally, breaking past the familiar resistance of her fake innocence before giving her the sensation of being filled and stretched. As she broke the kiss, she shuddered lightly while tilting her head back against the door with a solid little thunk. Nothing could ever feel better than this, she was sure.
He moved his mouth near her ear, pressing a kiss there, before murmuring, "God, you feel good." Then he was pulling back, almost withdrawing completely, only to press forward again, falling into a familiar rhythm.
His words made her smile softly as she tightened her arms around him, holding tightly as she curled a hand against the back of his head while pressing her cheek to his. As they fell into their familiar rhythm, she could only moan his name once more while locking her ankles behind him so that she used the strength of her legs to move her hips in slow circles to meet his thrusts. Turning her head, she pressed her mouth to his cheek and then slid her lips across to pluck a kiss from him.
He stole a kiss of his own in return, head coming to rest against hers again when he pulled away, his breathing already erratic. True, maybe Claire hadn't been the one winding him up, too distracted by what he'd been doing, but between the taste of her then and her heat around him now, and the dual sensation while his twin had been around, it had been enough. Tension and heat were already spreading up from his toes, and he could only hope, albeit in distracted, disjointed bursts, that she was anywhere near her climax as he was.
Anywhere near her climax? Yes, she was so close to it that it almost hurt in that moment. No, it didn't matter that she couldn't feel pain because she swore she ached from the need to release from all the tension. He had more than wound her up between himself and his twin, and just the sensations that were created by being trapped between and teased by two men. Or, well, one man with two forms but it was still more than enough to bring her close to the edge rather quickly.
"Yes ... like that," she urged him as she rocked her hips a little faster, her nails pressing into his scalp and the back of his shoulder.
He shifted as much as his trembling legs would allow, one hand pulling away from her waist to press flat against the door in an effort to gain some sort of leverage to change his angle just a bit. Whether or not it worked, he couldn't quite tell -- and didn't quite care, since it still felt good to him -- but at least he had tried. And as she had demanded, he picked up the pace to match the new angle of his hips, driving into her with reckless abandon, a moan slipping out of him, loud in spite of himself.
It worked, it definitely worked. She couldn't stop herself from moaning either, a rather sharp noise actually, as he changed the angle of his hips while driving himself into her a little more viciously than before. Not that she complained though. In fact it seemed quite the opposite as her heart raced faster and her breathing got more shallow. The noises got a little higher pitched as well, as her hips rocked to meet his and match his pace.
As he continued, the pressure continued to build in the pit of her stomach and she knew it would only be a few more strokes before she reached the peak and so she moaned again to warn him.
A shudder rolled through him as he thrust into her again, and he bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste blood, trying to stave the break in the tension that had hooked in his stomach. It seemed to do him little good, however, as with a final, vicious roll of his hips, he was spilling into her with a low cry. Her name followed on the breath he couldn't seem to catch.
The noise she made sounded like a broken little sob as she felt him spill into her, not needing any more encouragement than that as she pushed against him a couple more times before breaking as well. As she tightened around him and tried to pull him deeper, she shuddered with the strength of her release as the entire world faded away till there was nothing left but the two of them. Then she collapsed against him, panting for air as she felt all the strength slowly seep out of her body.
He groaned, the feel of her breaking around him almost too much, too soon on the heels of his own release, and dropped his head to her shoulder, more than exhausted, though unsurprisingly so.
For a long moment, he simply stood there, holding her as he hunted down his breath and made it his own again, and then finally, he was pulling away from the door, his arms still around her to keep her with him. Peter could wonder if he came back now; he wanted to be on the bed.
She felt pleasantly exhausted as well, her cheek pressed against the side of his head as she listened to him struggle to catch his breath while she tried to do much the same. She felt like she could sleep finally, like she could finally stay still, and she smiled just a bit while brushing her fingers over the back of his neck.
She thought about offering to walk to the bed on her own but he seemed to be against the idea of letting her go and she was more than okay with the idea. Holding onto him tightly, she tilted her head back to look at him before she stole a little kiss again. "I love you," he murmured, needing to say it louder now. She knew it was something they didn't say often, considering who they were but there were times when the emotion was too strong to deny.
"I love you, too, Claire," he murmured in returned, sinking down onto the bed, her still in his arms.
He held her there, forehead finding its way back to her shoulder, breathing her in, slowly. Then finally, he pulled away, taking the time to kick off the jeans that he'd never quite shed in their fervor, before stretching out on the bed. He reached up, waving a hand to pull the blankets up over them. Wanting to leave Peter wondering or not, he still at least had some sense of decency.
She smiled softly at him as he actually murmured the words back to her and she slid her hand down to rest against his shoulder. When he pulled away to finish getting undressed, she took the time to fully peel off her shirt before reaching to grab her nightgown that she had stuffed into her pillow. Once she was covered again, she laid back as he pulled the blankets over them. She knew Peter would wonder and it wouldn't be that hard to figure out considering they had left her pants by the door but she didn't much care. It wasn't as if her uncle didn't know that she was intimate with Sylar, it was just something he had to accept and, as far as they knew, he had.
Pushing some hair back from her face, she smiled as she shifted to wrap an arm around him. "How long are we going to hang out in New York?" she questioned, curious.
"Not sure." He shrugged lightly, pulling her close again. "We're probably safe until Monday -- until the tourists go home. After that ... " After that, they could decide whether or not they wanted or needed to leave. Again, though, he felt he could deal with anything that came at them, even if Nathan got wise to where they were.
"After that, we'll figure it out. We always do," she murmured, brushing her fingers lightly along the edge of his ribs before leaving her hand still against his side.
"Exactly." He flashed her a smirk of a smile and closed his eyes. "You know, I don't think I'm going to make it to the new year."
"I don't think you're the only one." She laughed softly as she closed her eyes as well, shifting a bit more as she let the warmth of the blankets and his body wrap around her.
"It's not the last one we'll see," he muttered, possibly already half asleep.
"No, got a whole lifetime or two of them," she murmured after a moment, her voice huskier with being so close to sleep.
He made a soft, affirmative noise, and that seemed to be the end of the conversation, as in the moment's that followed, his breathing shifted subtly. Where he'd been nearly dozing before, now he was out.
Making a soft noise that was almost a chuckle, she seemed somewhat amused by how fast he drifted off and she considered teasing him about it later but she let it go for now as she relaxed. It wasn't long before her own breathing deepened and she was out as well.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 4586
Smiling at the idea, he stepped out onto the balcony of the room they were renting and looked down out over the crowd. Peter was down there somewhere, inconspicuous in the swarm and probably wearing someone else's face, and briefly, he considering joining him. He'd gotten as far as shooting a glance over his shoulder to watch his twin meander out of the bathroom, the both of them feeling a bit like Agent Smith, and the thought evaporated just like that. Claire had come into the room, and his attentions -- their attentions -- were fixed on her, now.
The pair of them stared at her for a long moment, one from the bathroom door, the other from his place by the window and over his shoulder, and then the killer was pushing away from the balcony. He moved into the room, the door behind him sliding closed on its own, and offered her a mute, wolfish grin. His twin stayed in the doorway to the bathroom, both of them half hoping that Claire hadn't seen him.
It really hadn't taken much to convince Claire of the idea that they should stop in New York in their way south. She knew it was dangerous, but she couldn't resist the urge of being somewhere they had been before, something familiar to them all though it would be even more so for the boys. Plus they could blend in, and with the two of them, she was protected.
Perhaps it was because she was on her own sort of high after the holidays and pulling off what they had managed to achieve at the Carnival, or maybe it was just because she wanted to see the fireworks in Time Square, but either way she could barely sit still. It had been that way for the last few days. She still had to be somewhat safe though, and she almost envied Peter for the fact that he got to be down in the crowd but then she reminded herself that she wouldn't have to deal with being pushed around. Or Sylar potentially getting pissed off and hurting someone for pushing her.
Walking back into the room carrying a bucket of ice, she closed the door and walked over to place it on the table. She could feel Sylar's eyes on her but she was unaware of his 'twin' standing in the bathroom doorway. Looking up in time to catch the wolfish grin, she arched a brow at him before smirking a bit. "What?"
He popped one shoulder in a shrug, heading further into the room; his twin took a half-step back into the bathroom, just in case she looked that way. "Nothing. Just ... in a good mood."
She didn't look over that way though, mainly because Sylar had her attention. Okay, yes, there were technically two Sylars in the room but she only has eyes for the one she was focused on at the moment. "I'm glad." She smiled, as she walked over to him to wrap her arms around his waist.
Humming, he slung an arm around her waist in turn, his other hand coming up to brush the backs of his nails over her cheek as he looked down at her. Then, suddenly and without warning, he was ducking his head to kiss her, his mouth hard on hers.
The way he kissed her was almost surprising but she didn't complain as she instantly melted against him with a soft noise of pleasure. Pressing her hands to his back, she kissed him back with equal fervor, her lips parting easily beneath his as her tongue rolled up to gain entrance before retreating. He certainly had a way of making her head spin deliciously, her breath faltering in her chest as she let everything else fade away.
His lips twitched just a bit, fighting a smirk at that catch of breath, but he didn't break the kiss. He did, however, ease up a bit, tongue chasing after hers almost teasingly, knowing that she wouldn't be able to feel it if he kept up the brutality. It really wasn't fair sometimes that she couldn't feel pain -- God, the things he could do to her to sweeten the pleasure if she could -- but fair or not, facts were facts. And he didn't want to sacrifice her reactions and the sense of power they brought him for a little violence.
Sliding a hand up his back, she let her nails play over the material of his shirt to tease him just as he was teasing her. At times she wished she could feel pain too, like she had for those glorious couple of weeks when she could feel the sharp tang of every nip, bite and bruising mark he could leave on her, but the lack of pain didn't lessen anything between them. He could still make her body hum and pulse with need. As he continued to kiss her, she pressed her thighs together to try and control the urges.
He arched his back into her fingers briefly, and then rocked forward into her, pressing her back towards the door. He didn't particularly want Peter walking in on them -- not that he particularly expected him to, what with the new year still an hour away -- and if he put her against it so that it couldn't be opened, maybe he'd take the hint. Or maybe, better yet, he'd put his twin's back to the door and sandwich her between the two of them. Same end result, but done in a way that appealed to him more.
That in mind, as they got close to the door, it wasn't solid wood that her back found but another warm body, a second arm -- one that was clearly not his, not exactly, his fingers still at her cheek -- snaking around her waist from behind. He didn't try to fight the smirk this time.
Claire wasn't going to complain about wherever he wanted to leave her. It probably didn't even fully register that he was walking her backwards because all she focused on was how good it felt to kiss him. But of course she took notice almost immediately when her back didn't collide with the door but rather against another body. As the arm snaked around her waist, she broke from the kiss with a gasp and quickly looked back behind her to see who it was suddenly holding her.
Pressing his mouth to the shell of her ear, he mumbled something reassuring, ignoring his twin and the dual sensory input -- the fact that he could still see Claire, despite the fact that his eyes were closed -- as his other self looked down at her.
It took her a moment or two to register what was happening but it didn't take long to catch up after that. She couldn't deny there was something incredibly erotic about the situation even if it was a bit surreal, almost like a dream. In fact, she's pretty sure she had a dream like this before and now she had the chance to live it. Swallowing down the sudden nerves, she smiled before leaning up to kiss the man behind her.
He moaned against her ear, the experience of her kissing his twin strange and wonderful, and then he was returning the favor, his own lips feathering down over her exposed throat. He let his mouth linger over her pulse, tongue slipping over her skin to taste the salt of it, while his other self nipped at her lower lip lightly, and then he was pulling away. He hoped the version of himself still kissing her could keep her distracted enough that she wouldn't reach for him. He had an idea, and he needed a little space, first.
She shivered at the sound of his moan, delighted by it even, but then it was her turn to moan at the feel of his lips feathering down her throat. Her pulse jumped, fluttering in response to his tongue against her skin and the nip that followed it. She nipped back playfully, her heart racing faster and her blood running hotter as she continued to kiss the one behind her. She also wondered what the original Sylar was going to do as he pulled away from her.
For a moment he did nothing, simply content to stand there, eyes half-lidded as he drank in sensation. Funny how he hadn't thought to put his shiny new toy to this use when he'd first gotten it -- he'd been thinking more about how hard it would be for Nathan to find them and, possibly, how easy it would be to get to him and kill him. He could get to that later, though. Now this seemed the most wonderful and the most devious thing he could be doing with his Christmas present.
Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he dropped down to his knees soundlessly. He reached up, fingers playing at her fly as his twin slipped his hand under the hem of her shirt to flatten his palm against her stomach, and then he was unzipping her jeans slowly, eyes fixed on her face. It was almost disappointing that she wasn't looking down at him from under her eyelashes, watching from under her eyelashes as he worked his hand under the denim at her hips, but he supposed that could be forgiven. Particularly when he could still taste her mouth on his and feel her warm against his chest. Particularly when, when he finished, he doubted she'd be able to stand.
There was no denying she had wondered what it would be like to do something like this, and she had wondered about it ever since he got his new toy, but she had been leery about suggesting it. Especially after the whole whipped cream incident and the tension that had sprung from that even if it turned out fun later on. But now that he was doing this, she found herself growing more and more aroused as he surrounded her.
When she felt his fingers toying with the fly of her jeans, she started to pull back at the same time his double slid a hand up under her shirt to start touching her. Breaking the kiss, she panted softly as she looked down at Sylar as he started to work the denim over her hips. Arching away from the man behind her, she wriggled a little to help him out, all the while watching from under heavy lids. When he got the jeans down to her feet, she stepped out of them and then looked back at the man behind her before leaning up to kiss him a bit harder. Her hunger was definitely starting to show, through.
He looked up when she shifted to help with her jeans, smirking as he took note of her expression -- it seemed he'd gotten what he was hoping for, even if he hadn't expected it.
He hummed approval as he looked away, wetting his lips with his tongue as she leaned to kiss his twin again, and he put a hand to her thigh, nudging her legs apart. He raked his eyes over her, his twin pushing his hand up over her stomach and under the hem of her bra to brush his fingers over her breast, and then he was leaning in, flicking his tongue over her clit, testing her reaction.
She met his gaze for a heartbeat or two, taking his the expression on his face and the heat of his eyes before she kissed his twin again. As the hand pressed against her thigh, she shifted slightly, spreading her legs further apart even as she rocked back to grind her backside against the arousal pressing against her. Then she moaned sharply into the twin's mouth at the feel of the tongue against her clit, her entire body shuddering in reaction as little sparks of pleasure exploded through her mind.
Another pleased hum, this one closer to a moan at the taste of her, and he curled his tongue around her clit, tongue rolling around it, lightly. Where he'd managed to stop the sound from being an all out moan, however, his other self didn't, echoing the sound that had fallen from her as he kissed her back, claimingly. And as he did, he dragged his thumb over her nipple, both him and the actual version of Sylar wonderingly briefly if it would be possible to send her into some kind of sensory overload.
That, they thought, would be on even footing with the pain they couldn't inflict.
Briefly, without knowing he was thinking the same thing, she wondered if it was possible to be sent into sensory overload as he continued to tease her. It was hard to anticipate what he was going to do next beyond tasting her, causing her to moan again as his tongue curled around her clit and continued to torture her. She panted softly into his twin's mouth, her nipple hardening beneath his thumb as she arched into his hand before slowly rocking her hips backwards against him again. Breaking the kiss, she gasped his name softly while tilting her head back and moving a hand to his head where she could tangle her fingers in his hair.
His twin arched up into her, their arousal very apparent against her skin; Sylar, however, didn't pull away to do anything about it. Being able to do this to her, tongue and fingers teasing over her, that was one thing. Taking care of his own arousal while there was someone else around, though? Even if it was, well, himself? That seemed to send the same reaction the whipped cream had originally had crawling through his brain -- it was almost mortally embarrassing. And so he kept at what he was doing with to her, slipping his hand up over her thigh to drag through her heat as if that would be enough for both of them.
She wasn't sure it would be enough though, because there were plenty of times when it didn't feel like enough even with just one Sylar but now he was torturing her with two. Not that she was going to complain, but she most definitely whimpered as he brought his other hand up to aid in what he was doing with his tongue and mouth. She was happier for the man behind her because he could help keep her on her feet, especially since her legs felt weak now.
He paused for a moment, leaving his tongue pressed against her, and then sharply he was pulling away. He got to his feet, his twin pulling his hands away, and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her away from him. And when he was certain she wasn't supporting himself solely on his other self's chest, his copy slipped out from between the door and her, wandering off to disappear somewhere as he settled her back against the wood.
It was unfortunate, the loss of dual sensation, but it was better this way, and he reached for the fly of his jeans, making short work of getting them open and off.
When he pulled away, she whimpered just a bit because once again he was trying to kill her or something, but then she started to understand as his twin slipped away. She couldn't even be bothered with being disappointed though, especially as Sylar pushed her back against the wood once more. Smirking, she watched him as he opened his jeans and got them off quickly. Reaching up, she wrapped her arms around his neck as she leaned up to kiss him. Somewhere in between there, she might have mumbled three little words she didn't say often but she felt them. Especially whenever he surprised her with something like this.
Tugging him closer, she moaned lightly as she felt his arousal press into her stomach.
He mumbled it back against her mouth, then returned the kiss, the hand not still around her waist slipping down her thigh again. This time, however, rather than brush his fingers over her again, he nudged at her leg, trying to get her to take the hint and hook it up up around his waist. It would help to have some kind of leverage, with their height difference; it would be even better if she used the door and his hold on her for support to wrap both of her legs around him.
She took the nudge as a silent instruction to do what he wanted, tightening her arms around him as she pulled herself up enough to wrap one leg around him and then the other. She did in fact use the door and his hold on her to stay pinned where she was, her breathing hitching again as she felt his arousal slide between her legs where there were no hiding the effect he had on her. Moaning, she rocked her hips downwards, grinding against him as she tried to urge him not to hold back anymore.
He echoed the moan, the sound partially muted by their mouths as he caught hers again, and finally, thankfully, he was pushing into her. His free hand joined the other around her waist to hold her close, enjoying the feel of her around him and, before that, that moment of resistance he always enjoyed.
She let out the sweetest moan as he pushed into her finally, breaking past the familiar resistance of her fake innocence before giving her the sensation of being filled and stretched. As she broke the kiss, she shuddered lightly while tilting her head back against the door with a solid little thunk. Nothing could ever feel better than this, she was sure.
He moved his mouth near her ear, pressing a kiss there, before murmuring, "God, you feel good." Then he was pulling back, almost withdrawing completely, only to press forward again, falling into a familiar rhythm.
His words made her smile softly as she tightened her arms around him, holding tightly as she curled a hand against the back of his head while pressing her cheek to his. As they fell into their familiar rhythm, she could only moan his name once more while locking her ankles behind him so that she used the strength of her legs to move her hips in slow circles to meet his thrusts. Turning her head, she pressed her mouth to his cheek and then slid her lips across to pluck a kiss from him.
He stole a kiss of his own in return, head coming to rest against hers again when he pulled away, his breathing already erratic. True, maybe Claire hadn't been the one winding him up, too distracted by what he'd been doing, but between the taste of her then and her heat around him now, and the dual sensation while his twin had been around, it had been enough. Tension and heat were already spreading up from his toes, and he could only hope, albeit in distracted, disjointed bursts, that she was anywhere near her climax as he was.
Anywhere near her climax? Yes, she was so close to it that it almost hurt in that moment. No, it didn't matter that she couldn't feel pain because she swore she ached from the need to release from all the tension. He had more than wound her up between himself and his twin, and just the sensations that were created by being trapped between and teased by two men. Or, well, one man with two forms but it was still more than enough to bring her close to the edge rather quickly.
"Yes ... like that," she urged him as she rocked her hips a little faster, her nails pressing into his scalp and the back of his shoulder.
He shifted as much as his trembling legs would allow, one hand pulling away from her waist to press flat against the door in an effort to gain some sort of leverage to change his angle just a bit. Whether or not it worked, he couldn't quite tell -- and didn't quite care, since it still felt good to him -- but at least he had tried. And as she had demanded, he picked up the pace to match the new angle of his hips, driving into her with reckless abandon, a moan slipping out of him, loud in spite of himself.
It worked, it definitely worked. She couldn't stop herself from moaning either, a rather sharp noise actually, as he changed the angle of his hips while driving himself into her a little more viciously than before. Not that she complained though. In fact it seemed quite the opposite as her heart raced faster and her breathing got more shallow. The noises got a little higher pitched as well, as her hips rocked to meet his and match his pace.
As he continued, the pressure continued to build in the pit of her stomach and she knew it would only be a few more strokes before she reached the peak and so she moaned again to warn him.
A shudder rolled through him as he thrust into her again, and he bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste blood, trying to stave the break in the tension that had hooked in his stomach. It seemed to do him little good, however, as with a final, vicious roll of his hips, he was spilling into her with a low cry. Her name followed on the breath he couldn't seem to catch.
The noise she made sounded like a broken little sob as she felt him spill into her, not needing any more encouragement than that as she pushed against him a couple more times before breaking as well. As she tightened around him and tried to pull him deeper, she shuddered with the strength of her release as the entire world faded away till there was nothing left but the two of them. Then she collapsed against him, panting for air as she felt all the strength slowly seep out of her body.
He groaned, the feel of her breaking around him almost too much, too soon on the heels of his own release, and dropped his head to her shoulder, more than exhausted, though unsurprisingly so.
For a long moment, he simply stood there, holding her as he hunted down his breath and made it his own again, and then finally, he was pulling away from the door, his arms still around her to keep her with him. Peter could wonder if he came back now; he wanted to be on the bed.
She felt pleasantly exhausted as well, her cheek pressed against the side of his head as she listened to him struggle to catch his breath while she tried to do much the same. She felt like she could sleep finally, like she could finally stay still, and she smiled just a bit while brushing her fingers over the back of his neck.
She thought about offering to walk to the bed on her own but he seemed to be against the idea of letting her go and she was more than okay with the idea. Holding onto him tightly, she tilted her head back to look at him before she stole a little kiss again. "I love you," he murmured, needing to say it louder now. She knew it was something they didn't say often, considering who they were but there were times when the emotion was too strong to deny.
"I love you, too, Claire," he murmured in returned, sinking down onto the bed, her still in his arms.
He held her there, forehead finding its way back to her shoulder, breathing her in, slowly. Then finally, he pulled away, taking the time to kick off the jeans that he'd never quite shed in their fervor, before stretching out on the bed. He reached up, waving a hand to pull the blankets up over them. Wanting to leave Peter wondering or not, he still at least had some sense of decency.
She smiled softly at him as he actually murmured the words back to her and she slid her hand down to rest against his shoulder. When he pulled away to finish getting undressed, she took the time to fully peel off her shirt before reaching to grab her nightgown that she had stuffed into her pillow. Once she was covered again, she laid back as he pulled the blankets over them. She knew Peter would wonder and it wouldn't be that hard to figure out considering they had left her pants by the door but she didn't much care. It wasn't as if her uncle didn't know that she was intimate with Sylar, it was just something he had to accept and, as far as they knew, he had.
Pushing some hair back from her face, she smiled as she shifted to wrap an arm around him. "How long are we going to hang out in New York?" she questioned, curious.
"Not sure." He shrugged lightly, pulling her close again. "We're probably safe until Monday -- until the tourists go home. After that ... " After that, they could decide whether or not they wanted or needed to leave. Again, though, he felt he could deal with anything that came at them, even if Nathan got wise to where they were.
"After that, we'll figure it out. We always do," she murmured, brushing her fingers lightly along the edge of his ribs before leaving her hand still against his side.
"Exactly." He flashed her a smirk of a smile and closed his eyes. "You know, I don't think I'm going to make it to the new year."
"I don't think you're the only one." She laughed softly as she closed her eyes as well, shifting a bit more as she let the warmth of the blankets and his body wrap around her.
"It's not the last one we'll see," he muttered, possibly already half asleep.
"No, got a whole lifetime or two of them," she murmured after a moment, her voice huskier with being so close to sleep.
He made a soft, affirmative noise, and that seemed to be the end of the conversation, as in the moment's that followed, his breathing shifted subtly. Where he'd been nearly dozing before, now he was out.
Making a soft noise that was almost a chuckle, she seemed somewhat amused by how fast he drifted off and she considered teasing him about it later but she let it go for now as she relaxed. It wasn't long before her own breathing deepened and she was out as well.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 4586
