Paire Fic: Broken Wings (2/?) NC-17
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Title: Broken Wings
Fandom: Heroes
Pair: Peter/ Claire
Raited: NC-17/ M
Chapter: (2/?)
Story: It's AU Paire. Spoilers up to the "Brave New World", but without Claire's jump. Peter and Sylar are enemies. Claire is distant from her family, same as Peter. He inherits his father's fortune, but he's not happy.Isaac is alive. His girlfriend name is Kay (a fictional character, created by Valor95 - thanks for letting me use her); Zack is in New York and is Claire's and Isaac's roommate. Claire is working as a stripper in a night club. Peter can't forget the night he spent with her and goes to see her every night. How they reached to here - read and you're gonna find out.
Broken Wings - FF.net
Chapter 2 New life pt2
He leaned on the wall on the back ally and just watched the entrance of the club. She had to be there soon. His obsession. His love. His Claire. The girl he should not be in love with. Peter looked at the smoking cigarette in his hand and threw it what was left of it. He exhaled the smoke and stared the small orbs of it. He shook his head and chuckled with sadness in his eyes. The life had its own ways to tell you how screwed up you really are. Peter learned that from first hand.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The wall behind him was cold and he could feel it with every bone of his body. He did not care. Like this was going to hurt him anyways. Peter had his old ability back. He had them all. Claire had helped him with this. She had cured him, but the cost was painful. His chest went heavy and his eyes snapped open. His heart pounded and he looked around.
He saw her.
She just got out the cab and slammed the door of it. Peter sank back into the shadows so she could not see him. Claire walked so close to him that he could reach and touch her if he wanted to. Peter bit his lower lip and felt the blood dripping under his teeth. That was not a problem. It would heal. The problem was in his heart. He could not control it every time he looked at her.
Claire walked into the club and Peter pushed off the wall. He stretched out his shoulders and used the main entrance. The man, standing there smiled at him.
“Good evening, Mr. Petrelli.”
“Matt.” Peter nodded and shoved a tip into his hand. “You know my name.”
“I know.” Matt Parkman tilted his head. “But this is my job, Peter.”
“Yeah.” Peter rolled his eyes. “Okay then.”
“I’m sorry, Peter.” Matt shook his head. He narrowed his eyes and Peter stirred. “You know you shouldn’t be here.”
“I know.” Peter smiled with sadness in his eyes. Matt was reading his mind.
“Then why are you here?”
“Because I can’t stay away.” Peter shrugged and shoved his hands in the pockets of his black jeans. “I have to stay near.”
“But that caused you pain.” Matt frowned. “Why then?”
“You can’t understand.” Peter shook his head. “I want the Black Room.”
“Peter!”
“Matt!” Peter tilted his head. “Don’t make me do this!” He frowned and his eyes went cold. “You know I can hurt you now!”
Matt sighed and nodded, stepping aside. Peter just gave him his wry smile and stepped inside the club. It was dark. Only few lights lit up the small foyer. He looked around and saw the owner already rushing to him. Peter frowned when he saw his sleazy smile. Some people were ready to sell their own mother for money. Barry Walsh was one of them.
“Mr. Petrelli I’m so-…”
“The Black Room.” Peter snapped and gave him the check.
“Sure.” Barry nodded. “The same girl?”
“As always.” Peter tilted his head. “I hope there is no problem.”
“No.” Barry shook his head with the same annoying smile on his face. “You know the way. She’ll be there soon.”
“Sure.” Peter nodded and walked in the small room near by. He locked the door and sat on the chair before the small widow. His chest ached again. He licked his lips and closed his eyes for a moment. The air went thick and for a moment, he thought he could not breathe.
The black window lightened and he could see the door open at the other side of it. His hands grabbed the armrests of his chair. She was here. Her sand blond hair and… her tight black dress. Her eyes did not even look at the window.
“Claire.” Her name slipped out of his lips as a caress. He saw her winced and closed her eyes when she started her show.
Peter got off his chair and went to the window. His palms lay on the cold glass and he just stared at her. She took off her dress and her hands slid over her body. What he felt now was not a desire. He felt pain. His forehead rested on the window and he closed his eyes, imaging her. In his dreams, he was there. In his dreams - he was holding her in his arms and made her feel safe.
His eyes opened and he saw her lean back on the black leather wall. She slid her right hand over it and the other fell on her stomach. She smiled. Peter clenched his fists on the widow. He shook his head, but he could not refuse it anymore. His eyes closed and he allowed himself to sink into her vision. His breath hitched when he saw himself there. He was the man in her imagination right now.
The sharp sound of the alarm ruined everything. When he opened his eyes, she already zipped up her dress. He shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out $1000. It was a little too much and he knew it, but it did not matter. It was Claire and he would put the world in her feet. That was how much he loved her. Then he pulled out the note as well.
I want to see you
He was not surprised when she shook her head before leaving. She had done it so many times. He had lost the count. Peter agreed every time. But not now. Not tonight. It was too much even for him. He had to see her.
Barry was waiting for him outside. Peter sighed and tilted his head. His eyes went cold again and he just starred at the man.
“I want to see her.”
“You know there is a rule…” Barry began, but Peter pulled out another check and waved it before Barry’s face.
“Now?”
“The second door on the left.” Barry nodded at the corridor, behind Peter.
“Thank you.” Peter sighed and shook his head when he looked at the other man. He shoved the check on his pocket and hid in the next room. Yeah, he was ready to trade everything for some extra money. Peter had read it right.
He took a deep breath and walked towards the door, Barry told him. He could hear the voices, coming from inside. The door was open and he could see Claire’s back. His eyes narrowed and he leaned on the doorframe. She just fixed her make up. Her colleague saw him first
“Cool!” She looked at him. “And I think you’ll have a company here.” She told Claire.
“What?” Claire fixed her make up, without even looking at the door. “No. I have to get back home or hit some bar maybe.”
“Sure.” Molly murmured. Peter nodded at her and she sneaked out of the room. Claire sighed and took her purse.
“You want some company?” His voice made her shiver. His eyes were fixed on her back when he walked to her. The purse fell off her hands. “Claire…” His whisper caressed her ear.
“Go away!” Her breath hitched. “Please, go away…”
“No.” His hands lay on her arms and squeezed them lightly. “We have to talk.”
“Let go of me.” Claire tried to talk, but it was only a whisper.
“I can’t.” Peter hated his weakness right now, but he rested his head on hers and inhaled her scent. “I can’t.” He repeated and his breath tickled her neck. Peter felt her weak attempt to release herself. But he was stronger.
“Peter, please…” Claire moaned when his hands slid down on her arms and wrapped around her wrists. “You have to stay away. You have to!”
“I can’t!” His lips touched her shoulder. “I can’t do this, Claire… I’ve tried! I swear!”
“You have to try harder.” She uttered. “You have to be strong… for the both of us!”
“No.” His lips touched her neck. He remembered well what was to touch her like this. He slid hands towns on hers and intertwined fingers with her.
“Peter.” Her head fell back on his shoulder and his lips touched her jaw, gently. “Stop.” She moaned weakly, but her body leaned back on his.
“Don’t hurt me again.” He squeezed her hands and she turned her face to him. Her eyes closed when their lips locked. It was so familiar. The touch of her tongue to his. The way her lips caressed his before the kiss. It was so familiar… “Don’t hurt me, Claire!”