Fic: Three Hearts
Title: Three Hearts
Author:
kathrynthegr8
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Nathan/Claire, Peter/Claire, Peter/Claire/Nathan
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1940
Warnings: Sex with a Younger Person, Angst, Incest, Dub Con (if you squint), AU (spoilers thru season 2)
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes or anything associated with Heroes.
A/N: Written for the
cheer_and_fly's Valentine Challenge. Thank you as always to
eeyore9990. My first time writing a threesome. I think it sucks, but I figured "What the hell.." and decided to post it anyway.
One day Claire’s curiosity was going to be the death of her-well not really the death of her, since she couldn’t really die-but she couldn’t help the urge that made her seek out answers to questions her mind invariably came up with.
By the time she was seventeen she knew she couldn’t get drunk, get a tattoo that lasted for more than an hour, and she could talk most men into anything by flipping her hair and smiling just so. The exception, of course, was her biological father, Nathan.
No matter what Claire tried, she couldn’t figure him out. If she tried to have a closer relationship with him, he kept her at arm’s length. If she ignored him, he would watch her with hooded eyes and only speak to her in growls and demands.
She had long ago given up on being his daughter, deciding instead to deal with his temperamental ways through Peter. He did what he knew best, peacemaking and mediating between sworn enemies and family members. If not for him, Claire would have abandoned her extended family long ago and never looked back.
It was Peter who convinced her to visit for a week, insisting that Nathan needed his family now more than ever. Claire had her doubts, but she trusted Peter and any excuse to spend time with him was good enough for her.
It was Valentines Day, and Peter had indulged in her compulsory need to put red and pink hearts everywhere. He had grinned at her that morning when she presented Peter and Nathan each with a box of heart shaped chocolates at breakfast. Nathan had mumbled a cursory “thanks” on his way to the office.
“You being here means a lot to him, Claire.” This after Peter saw her downcast eyes when Nathan brushed her off.
“Yeah, he shows it well.” She sipped her coffee and searched for any truths hidden in her cup. “I don’t even know why I still care.”
“Because he's family. One day he will realize how lucky he is to have you.” He smiled his lopsided smile and tugged on her hair.
“Just not today,” she mumbled under her breath.
That night she went to dinner with her “Grandmother”, Angela. This too was only something she did at Peter’s insistence. The meal was delicious, even if the company was cold and barely talked to her. She was happy when it was over and she was heading back to Peter’s apartment.
With any luck she could talk him into some late night Chinese and a pay-per-view horror flick. She needed to unwind from a night of Angela’s instructions on “How to be a Proper Lady." Claire needed to vent to her uncle, the only member of the Petrelli family who even tried to understand or relate to her.
The sound of moaning stopped her dead in her tracks, her key still in the lock.
“Peter?” The moaning had stopped; the apartment was quiet. She shut the door and noticed a crystal vase filled with pink roses on the coffee table. She couldn’t help but smile when she saw her name on the card sticking out of the bouquet. Before she could read the message, the low moaning started again.
A million possibilities ran through her mind. It didn’t sound like anyone was in pain, but she could be wrong. She didn’t want to really contemplate the alternative; that one of the men she was staying with was entertaining someone. The apartment only had two bedrooms; Peter had given his room to her and he bunked on the couch. The sounds were coming from the other direction. Nathan’s bedroom.
Claire crept forward, needing to know what she was hearing; who it was. The bedroom door was ajar, she could see the night table and lamp, but little else. The sounds had stopped again, but she was sure they had come from this room.
She pushed the door open wider and gasped at what she saw. The card and keys dropped from her hand to the floor, unnoticed. Nathan was sitting on the end of the bed, his legs spread to accommodate Peter, who was kneeling before him, his head moving rhythmically as he sucked on his brother’s cock.
Nathan looked over at her with a wicked smile. “Evening, Claire.” He closed his eyes in obvious pleasure before trying to speak again. “Come in and shut the door.”
Claire was stunned. Too stunned to think, to move or even blink. She watched in awe as Nathan grasped Peter’s head, twining his fingers in his dark hair and pulling. It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen, but then she was young and hadn’t seen much.
When she could move again she closed the door and leaned against it, unsure of everything. The air felt too hot and sweat bloomed on her skin, making her clothes feel tight and uncomfortable.
“Pete, it looks like Claire is going to join us tonight.” Peter’s eyes snapped open and he stopped moving. “Go over and help her with her clothes.”
Nathan dropped his hands and leaned back on the bed, releasing his brother. He was still dressed in the suit he had left for work in that morning. He stretched for a moment and then tugged his tie free from his collar. Claire watched as he slowly undressed, placing everything in a neat pile on the floor.
Peter’s touch was startling; she didn’t realize he was next to her until his fingers were unbuttoning her shirt with practiced ease. Once her shirt was off he crouched down to remove her heels.
“No, leave those on. I like the way she walks in them.” Nathan was standing naked by the edge of the bed, waiting.
Peter shrugged and reached for her skirt, sliding it down her hips and throwing it aside. Clad in only her bra and panties she shivered, suddenly cold. Peter stood and embraced her, pressing close as he rubbed her arms to warm her.
“Are you okay?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.
“She’s fine, aren’t you, Claire?” They both turned to look at Nathan and Claire nodded.
This wasn’t something she ever expected, but she wanted it. Wanted to be a part of these two, in whatever way she could. Peter smiled and resumed undressing her until she was wearing only her shoes. She felt her skin flush when the brothers looked her over; Peter with sweet affection, Nathan with a dark hunger she’d never seen before.
Peter was the only one still fully dressed, and he looked a little out of place. She held her breath when he leaned in to kiss her. His lips where warm and soft on her own, his shirt scratched at her skin and she reached up with shaking fingers to unbutton it.
He pushed his tongue across her lips and she opened to him, sighing at his and Nathan’s combined taste. His hands were all over her, running down her back, across her belly, exploring one breast and then the other. Her knees grew weak and she had to prop herself against the wall to keep upright.
“That’s enough.” Nathan was staring at them and he had stopped smiling. “Come here.”
Peter backed away from her and watched as she walked over to Nathan and stopped a few feet away from him. He reached down and grasped her hand and raised it to his mouth, letting his breath tickle across her palm before he kissed it.
“Lay down on the bed,” he said gruffly. There was no doubt that it was a command.
She did as she was told and laid back, the comforter cold under her back and legs. Nathan sat beside her and she took a moment to really look at his body. He had a trim athletic build, but his chest was nicely formed and his shoulders were wide.
She liked the black hair sprinkled across his skin and reached up to trace it with her fingertips. He closed his eyes and moved closer, encouraging her to explore everywhere.
“Have you done this before, Claire?” She was touching his stomach now, still entranced. “Answer me.” Again his voice brooked no argument.
She giggled without realizing it. What was he asking her, if she had ever had a threesome with family before? Nathan grabbed her hand and lowered it to his cock. The flesh was hot and smooth beneath her fingertips.
“Sex, girl. Have you ever had sex before?” He lifted her chin so she could meet his eyes. Claire shook her head no, and felt a blush spread across her face.
“Good.” And then he smiled again. “I’m going to be her first, Peter.”
She felt Peter settle on the other side of her; he kissed her below her ear and continued down her neck, his lips and tongue teasing her skin. Nathan placed his hand over hers and guided her movements as he leaned over to kiss her mouth.
He was different than Peter, Nathan’s taste was sharper, his kiss more forceful than his brother’s. She quickly lost track of whose hands were touching her where. The constant sensation of being kissed by one and touched by the other was overwhelming.
“Spread your legs for me.” It was Peter, his chin hovering above her navel as he moved downward. She did as he asked and then felt his tongue part her sex. She bucked her hips and moaned. Nathan splayed a hand across her belly to keep her from moving and silenced her next moan with his mouth.
Peter continued to lick between her legs, using his fingers as well as his lips and tongue until Claire felt a pressure build at her center. Nathan stopped kissing her and looked to his brother.
“She’s close, don’t let her come. Not yet.” Peter stopped what he was doing and backed away as Claire whimpered. “How does she taste, Pete?”
Peter wiped his hand across his face and grinned. “Like cherries.”
“Please don’t stop, fuck!” Claire was pleading. She sat up and looked at Peter. “What?”
He smiled at her and nodded to Nathan. “She’s ready.”
“Good job, brother.” Nathan grinned down at her as he moved to lie on top of her, pushing her flat once again. “This is going to hurt.”
Peter sat beside her and watched with a dreamy look on his face. Nathan settled between her spread legs and she felt a sharp pain-pressure as he pushed his way inside of her. He moved slow and carefully until she thought she would split in two.
She didn’t realize she was crying until Peter wiped the tears from her cheeks. He smiled at her and she realized it was going to be okay. Peter always kept her safe.
The pain eventually receded, replaced with a delicious throb and a need to move. The next time Nathan thrust she met him half-way, thrilled when he groaned in response. He lifted her ankles and wrapped them around his waist. Claire knew the heels of her shoes were digging into his back, but he didn’t stop moving, instead gripped her hips tighter.
“It’s time, Claire-baby.” Nathan reached between them and rubbed her clit in a slow circle. “Come for me. Now.”
She didn’t know if it was his touch or his words that put her over the edge. Pleasure flowed throughout her body and she was dimly aware of Nathan crying out above her.
“Beautiful,” Peter whispered in her ear.
“That’s my girl.” And for the first time since she’d known him, Nathan’s smile was real. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Author:
kathrynthegr8
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Nathan/Claire, Peter/Claire, Peter/Claire/Nathan
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1940
Warnings: Sex with a Younger Person, Angst, Incest, Dub Con (if you squint), AU (spoilers thru season 2)
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes or anything associated with Heroes.
A/N: Written for the
cheer_and_fly's Valentine Challenge. Thank you as always to
eeyore9990. My first time writing a threesome. I think it sucks, but I figured "What the hell.." and decided to post it anyway.
One day Claire’s curiosity was going to be the death of her-well not really the death of her, since she couldn’t really die-but she couldn’t help the urge that made her seek out answers to questions her mind invariably came up with.
By the time she was seventeen she knew she couldn’t get drunk, get a tattoo that lasted for more than an hour, and she could talk most men into anything by flipping her hair and smiling just so. The exception, of course, was her biological father, Nathan.
No matter what Claire tried, she couldn’t figure him out. If she tried to have a closer relationship with him, he kept her at arm’s length. If she ignored him, he would watch her with hooded eyes and only speak to her in growls and demands.
She had long ago given up on being his daughter, deciding instead to deal with his temperamental ways through Peter. He did what he knew best, peacemaking and mediating between sworn enemies and family members. If not for him, Claire would have abandoned her extended family long ago and never looked back.
It was Peter who convinced her to visit for a week, insisting that Nathan needed his family now more than ever. Claire had her doubts, but she trusted Peter and any excuse to spend time with him was good enough for her.
It was Valentines Day, and Peter had indulged in her compulsory need to put red and pink hearts everywhere. He had grinned at her that morning when she presented Peter and Nathan each with a box of heart shaped chocolates at breakfast. Nathan had mumbled a cursory “thanks” on his way to the office.
“You being here means a lot to him, Claire.” This after Peter saw her downcast eyes when Nathan brushed her off.
“Yeah, he shows it well.” She sipped her coffee and searched for any truths hidden in her cup. “I don’t even know why I still care.”
“Because he's family. One day he will realize how lucky he is to have you.” He smiled his lopsided smile and tugged on her hair.
“Just not today,” she mumbled under her breath.
That night she went to dinner with her “Grandmother”, Angela. This too was only something she did at Peter’s insistence. The meal was delicious, even if the company was cold and barely talked to her. She was happy when it was over and she was heading back to Peter’s apartment.
With any luck she could talk him into some late night Chinese and a pay-per-view horror flick. She needed to unwind from a night of Angela’s instructions on “How to be a Proper Lady." Claire needed to vent to her uncle, the only member of the Petrelli family who even tried to understand or relate to her.
The sound of moaning stopped her dead in her tracks, her key still in the lock.
“Peter?” The moaning had stopped; the apartment was quiet. She shut the door and noticed a crystal vase filled with pink roses on the coffee table. She couldn’t help but smile when she saw her name on the card sticking out of the bouquet. Before she could read the message, the low moaning started again.
A million possibilities ran through her mind. It didn’t sound like anyone was in pain, but she could be wrong. She didn’t want to really contemplate the alternative; that one of the men she was staying with was entertaining someone. The apartment only had two bedrooms; Peter had given his room to her and he bunked on the couch. The sounds were coming from the other direction. Nathan’s bedroom.
Claire crept forward, needing to know what she was hearing; who it was. The bedroom door was ajar, she could see the night table and lamp, but little else. The sounds had stopped again, but she was sure they had come from this room.
She pushed the door open wider and gasped at what she saw. The card and keys dropped from her hand to the floor, unnoticed. Nathan was sitting on the end of the bed, his legs spread to accommodate Peter, who was kneeling before him, his head moving rhythmically as he sucked on his brother’s cock.
Nathan looked over at her with a wicked smile. “Evening, Claire.” He closed his eyes in obvious pleasure before trying to speak again. “Come in and shut the door.”
Claire was stunned. Too stunned to think, to move or even blink. She watched in awe as Nathan grasped Peter’s head, twining his fingers in his dark hair and pulling. It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen, but then she was young and hadn’t seen much.
When she could move again she closed the door and leaned against it, unsure of everything. The air felt too hot and sweat bloomed on her skin, making her clothes feel tight and uncomfortable.
“Pete, it looks like Claire is going to join us tonight.” Peter’s eyes snapped open and he stopped moving. “Go over and help her with her clothes.”
Nathan dropped his hands and leaned back on the bed, releasing his brother. He was still dressed in the suit he had left for work in that morning. He stretched for a moment and then tugged his tie free from his collar. Claire watched as he slowly undressed, placing everything in a neat pile on the floor.
Peter’s touch was startling; she didn’t realize he was next to her until his fingers were unbuttoning her shirt with practiced ease. Once her shirt was off he crouched down to remove her heels.
“No, leave those on. I like the way she walks in them.” Nathan was standing naked by the edge of the bed, waiting.
Peter shrugged and reached for her skirt, sliding it down her hips and throwing it aside. Clad in only her bra and panties she shivered, suddenly cold. Peter stood and embraced her, pressing close as he rubbed her arms to warm her.
“Are you okay?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.
“She’s fine, aren’t you, Claire?” They both turned to look at Nathan and Claire nodded.
This wasn’t something she ever expected, but she wanted it. Wanted to be a part of these two, in whatever way she could. Peter smiled and resumed undressing her until she was wearing only her shoes. She felt her skin flush when the brothers looked her over; Peter with sweet affection, Nathan with a dark hunger she’d never seen before.
Peter was the only one still fully dressed, and he looked a little out of place. She held her breath when he leaned in to kiss her. His lips where warm and soft on her own, his shirt scratched at her skin and she reached up with shaking fingers to unbutton it.
He pushed his tongue across her lips and she opened to him, sighing at his and Nathan’s combined taste. His hands were all over her, running down her back, across her belly, exploring one breast and then the other. Her knees grew weak and she had to prop herself against the wall to keep upright.
“That’s enough.” Nathan was staring at them and he had stopped smiling. “Come here.”
Peter backed away from her and watched as she walked over to Nathan and stopped a few feet away from him. He reached down and grasped her hand and raised it to his mouth, letting his breath tickle across her palm before he kissed it.
“Lay down on the bed,” he said gruffly. There was no doubt that it was a command.
She did as she was told and laid back, the comforter cold under her back and legs. Nathan sat beside her and she took a moment to really look at his body. He had a trim athletic build, but his chest was nicely formed and his shoulders were wide.
She liked the black hair sprinkled across his skin and reached up to trace it with her fingertips. He closed his eyes and moved closer, encouraging her to explore everywhere.
“Have you done this before, Claire?” She was touching his stomach now, still entranced. “Answer me.” Again his voice brooked no argument.
She giggled without realizing it. What was he asking her, if she had ever had a threesome with family before? Nathan grabbed her hand and lowered it to his cock. The flesh was hot and smooth beneath her fingertips.
“Sex, girl. Have you ever had sex before?” He lifted her chin so she could meet his eyes. Claire shook her head no, and felt a blush spread across her face.
“Good.” And then he smiled again. “I’m going to be her first, Peter.”
She felt Peter settle on the other side of her; he kissed her below her ear and continued down her neck, his lips and tongue teasing her skin. Nathan placed his hand over hers and guided her movements as he leaned over to kiss her mouth.
He was different than Peter, Nathan’s taste was sharper, his kiss more forceful than his brother’s. She quickly lost track of whose hands were touching her where. The constant sensation of being kissed by one and touched by the other was overwhelming.
“Spread your legs for me.” It was Peter, his chin hovering above her navel as he moved downward. She did as he asked and then felt his tongue part her sex. She bucked her hips and moaned. Nathan splayed a hand across her belly to keep her from moving and silenced her next moan with his mouth.
Peter continued to lick between her legs, using his fingers as well as his lips and tongue until Claire felt a pressure build at her center. Nathan stopped kissing her and looked to his brother.
“She’s close, don’t let her come. Not yet.” Peter stopped what he was doing and backed away as Claire whimpered. “How does she taste, Pete?”
Peter wiped his hand across his face and grinned. “Like cherries.”
“Please don’t stop, fuck!” Claire was pleading. She sat up and looked at Peter. “What?”
He smiled at her and nodded to Nathan. “She’s ready.”
“Good job, brother.” Nathan grinned down at her as he moved to lie on top of her, pushing her flat once again. “This is going to hurt.”
Peter sat beside her and watched with a dreamy look on his face. Nathan settled between her spread legs and she felt a sharp pain-pressure as he pushed his way inside of her. He moved slow and carefully until she thought she would split in two.
She didn’t realize she was crying until Peter wiped the tears from her cheeks. He smiled at her and she realized it was going to be okay. Peter always kept her safe.
The pain eventually receded, replaced with a delicious throb and a need to move. The next time Nathan thrust she met him half-way, thrilled when he groaned in response. He lifted her ankles and wrapped them around his waist. Claire knew the heels of her shoes were digging into his back, but he didn’t stop moving, instead gripped her hips tighter.
“It’s time, Claire-baby.” Nathan reached between them and rubbed her clit in a slow circle. “Come for me. Now.”
She didn’t know if it was his touch or his words that put her over the edge. Pleasure flowed throughout her body and she was dimly aware of Nathan crying out above her.
“Beautiful,” Peter whispered in her ear.
“That’s my girl.” And for the first time since she’d known him, Nathan’s smile was real. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”