A Life of Lies - 8
Title: A Life of Lies - Part 8/15
Rating: Adult
Summary: 8th in a multi-chapter series.
Word Count: 1867
Disclaimer: Still don’t own anything, imagine that.
Previous chapters: 1 · 2 · 3 · 4 · 5 · 6 · 7
Author's Note: Thanks again to
freetheelves2 for her fantabulous work as a beta - see why I need one :) Sorry about the lateness of this chapter, but I justed wanted to say that this is NOT the last chapter - there is more coming. One last disclaimer - the last line is an adaptation from the song "Would You Go With Me?" by Josh Turner.
He's never felt like this before. Her power practically dances in his blood, and his body throbs in tune with her siren song. She's in his arms, she's in his body, and she's in his head, and he knows that he'll never be this close to another woman again. She starts to pull away from him, and he guesses that she's finished her task. He kisses the soft skin underneath his lips before he releases his embrace. As soon as she leans backwards to put some space between them, he feels the loss of her. She tries to scoot out of his lap, but only manages to shift against his hardness, and he's not sure if the resulting moan that fills the air comes from her or him.
"Are you ok?" she asks, hesitantly. She sounds like she's afraid that she's somehow managed to hurt him.
"You have to ask?" He's drunk on her power, and he wonders why she'd even ask him something like that. "I've got another question instead. How in the world did you take your father's power without him noticing that?" He gestures at their lack of clothing and in the general direction of his arousal, and he's rewarded with her blush.
"I didn't do this with him, for sure." She bites her lower lip, blushing harder, and he has to suppress a moan. "I told you already that I can work with a DNA sample. I just took a hair from his hairbrush. It's a lot easier to change your own DNA instead of someone else's."
"How many other people have you helped like this?" He wants to hear that he's the only one - that he'll be the only one, and he wonders where this sudden possessiveness and jealousy is coming from.
"Just you. I'm not giving anything to Nathan or Angela, and Peter doesn't need my help. Um… do you want to check and see if it worked?"
He glances around the room, but doesn't see anything he can use as a weapon. Instead, he focuses his eyes on his arm. A smooth cut appears in the flesh of his bicep, and the tiniest droplet of blood escapes, but the cut quickly heals over. He turns his gaze to her, and gives her a genuine smile. "Oh, you're good, babydoll."
"Why don't you try your other powers, make sure I didn't mess them up too badly?"
"We already know that I've still got telekinesis. Hearing still works - I can hear your heart fluttering, baby. Gods, Claire, I can smell your arousal from here, so sense of smell's still great." He quickly shifts to invisible, and tumbles her back onto her bed, pinning her under his weight. "Invisibility still works." A wave of his hand, and the clothes that she'd removed earlier fold themselves and then fly into a neat stack on her desk. "I don't think we need to check the rest, do we?" He resumes visibility, and lowers his head towards her skin.
She stops him with a gentle touch. "Try something else."
He's intrigued by her smile. She knows something that he doesn't, and he wonders if he's about to get a good shock or a nasty surprise. "What do you want me to try?"
"Oh, I don't know. Try something… different. Take me flying, why don't you?" Her smile gets wider, and he suddenly realizes what she's hinting at.
"You didn't."
"You won't know until you try."
He wraps his arms around her again, making sure that he won't accidentally drop her, and they slowly rise into the air. It feels different than when he uses his telekinesis, and he can't believe that she's given him this gift in addition to everything else. He's almost giddy, and he temporarily hates himself for being so weak.
A sudden frisson of doubt crosses his mind. If she can give powers, there's nothing to stop her from taking as well, and he wonders what she's stolen from him. What if she's somehow messed with him, trying to bring Gabriel back?
She cries out when he tightens his arms around her painfully. "Sylar? What's wrong?"
"What else did you do to me, Claire? What did you take or change?" A voice inside his head is screaming at him to kill her now for attempting to play God with him, but he doesn't listen to it.
"Nothing. I'm not you; I'm not going to steal anything from you that you're not willing to give. You've got psych issues that I can't fix just by playing with your DNA. I want you to change, yes, but I can't do anything to make you change - that's all up to you. I've just given you the tools so that you don't have to murder anyone else."
He lowers them back to the bed, and releases her. "You really didn't try anything?"
She glares at him. "If I'd tried, you'd know already. God, are you that sick and twisted that you can't believe someone would do something nice without expecting something in return?"
"Wait, you didn't take anything? You didn't even help yourself to some advanced hearing or TK, or anything?"
"They're yours - well, yours now that you've stolen them. I'm not going to take what you don't offer."
"Come here, babydoll." He lays flat on his back, and pulls her close to his side. "Do you want to take them, or do you want me to give them to you?"
"What?"
"Anything I have, it's all yours. I promised you the world, the least I can give you is telekinesis. How do you want to do this?"
"It's not like that. I didn't give you this expecting you to do the same in return. Don't worry about it. Just, please, don't kill me or anyone else? You can always do the DNA manipulation thing now instead."
He nuzzles his nose behind her ear. "Oh, yeah, that's going to work really well. If I go around acting like you just did, I'm going to get pepper sprayed or arrested for rape." He wonders if she's feeling as possessive as he is. "Do you really want me touching another woman the way you just touched me?" He trails his fingers slowly up and down her arm, stroking her like he would a cat.
"Won't bother me." Her voice doesn't waver, but he can smell the adrenaline and hear the increase in her heartbeat as the lie rolls off her tongue.
"Oh, babydoll, you sure about that?" He rolls them over, supporting his weight on his elbows, trapping her between him and the bed. "You won't mind if I take another woman's top off?" He presses a kiss against her collarbone. "You won't mind if I play with another woman's hair like you played with mine?" He moves his mouth further south, kissing the curve of her breast. "You really won't mind if I get off at the feel of another woman's body moving against mine as I help myself to everything she has to offer?" His mouth reaches her nipple, and she arches against him.
She's panting, but still manages to answer him. "I don't care. Do whatever you like, with whomever you like."
"Anyone and anything?" He's asking permission to take it further with her, and he wonders if she'll understand the vagueness of his question.
"Whatever."
It's all he needs to hear.
- - - - - - - - - -
Her legs are wrapped around his waist. Her fingernails are digging into the skin of his shoulders, but he knows that she won't be able to leave a single mark on him. She's wild, more than he ever expected, bucking up against him, urging him on with heated looks and even more heated words. Her cries are sweeter than he'd imagined, and he won't ever forget how she moans his name. She's tighter and wetter than he's dreamed of, and he wants to just sink into her and never leave.
She does something, he doesn't know what or how, and the flutter of her muscles squeezing around him makes his eyes roll up in his head. He's never been with a woman quite like her, and he didn't know it could be this good, or this hot. She's like a trained courtesan instead of a college girl that he's just relieved of her virginity less than twenty minutes earlier.
"Sy…" her breath catches, like a little hiccup, "lar. Oh, God, Sylar! Please, more, please?"
He's never heard his name said that way, and he fantasizes for a minute what it would sound like if she would say "Gabriel" instead. He pulls out, immediately missing her hot warmth, and flops over on his back, lying beside her.
She immediately sits up, pouting. "What the hell? Get back here! We're not finished yet, buster."
"I was just trying a little rearrangement. I didn't realize that you needed fucking this badly." He laughs as he pulls her over on top of him, sliding her down onto his cock again. "I like it this way better. Can't you feel how much deeper I can go like this?"
Another flutter of her muscles and a fresh wave of arousal let him know that she loves this just as much as he does. Her head falls back, revealing her throat to him. He takes advantage of it, leaning forward slightly to bite and suckle her. She makes a noise somewhere between a growl and a purr, captivating him and making him even harder as he takes her lips into a hard kiss. Her purr becomes a muffled scream when he reaches between their bodies and plays with her clit.
She leans forward again, gasping as he moves in tight circles within her. He's not expecting it when she pushes him on his back again, and rests her head against his forehead, and he's touched by the tenderness that she's showing him. She places soft and tender kisses along his brow, and then down his nose before she kisses his lips again. The change from smoldering temptress to soft lover is all that it takes to make him come, and she quickly follows.
He wonders if maybe, just maybe, she's taken Peter's mind-reading ability when she softly whispers "thank you, Gabriel" into his ear, but he can't stay awake long enough to ask her.
- - - - - - - - - -
A soft knock on the door wakes him the next morning. He's momentarily confused, not expecting to find himself in a twin sized bed with a mouth full of soft blonde hair, and a naked Claire sleeping on top of him.
The knock sounds again. She wakes up at the sound, and then stares at him. He can tell she's just as disoriented as he was. Her eyes suddenly widen, and she jumps off him. "Go invisible, hide, something! It's one of my guards, we must have overslept." She grabs the sheet to wrap around herself, and he disappears against the pillows and disheveled blankets.
She cracks the door open, trying to hide her sheet-clad body behind it, and snaps at the guard. "What is it?"
"We just realized that this new room didn't have an alarm clock. Just wanted to let you know you've got class in an hour."
She slams the door in the man's face and drops the sheet before crawling back into bed. "I'm so sick of this."
She's rejected his offers of the world and his powers, but maybe he can give her freedom instead. He kisses her, and asks a question that he's been thinking about for awhile. "I need to go - I have to leave - but I can't leave you. If I set you free, will you come with me?"
Next part
Rating: Adult
Summary: 8th in a multi-chapter series.
Word Count: 1867
Disclaimer: Still don’t own anything, imagine that.
Previous chapters: 1 · 2 · 3 · 4 · 5 · 6 · 7
Author's Note: Thanks again to
freetheelves2 for her fantabulous work as a beta - see why I need one :) Sorry about the lateness of this chapter, but I justed wanted to say that this is NOT the last chapter - there is more coming. One last disclaimer - the last line is an adaptation from the song "Would You Go With Me?" by Josh Turner.
He's never felt like this before. Her power practically dances in his blood, and his body throbs in tune with her siren song. She's in his arms, she's in his body, and she's in his head, and he knows that he'll never be this close to another woman again. She starts to pull away from him, and he guesses that she's finished her task. He kisses the soft skin underneath his lips before he releases his embrace. As soon as she leans backwards to put some space between them, he feels the loss of her. She tries to scoot out of his lap, but only manages to shift against his hardness, and he's not sure if the resulting moan that fills the air comes from her or him.
"Are you ok?" she asks, hesitantly. She sounds like she's afraid that she's somehow managed to hurt him.
"You have to ask?" He's drunk on her power, and he wonders why she'd even ask him something like that. "I've got another question instead. How in the world did you take your father's power without him noticing that?" He gestures at their lack of clothing and in the general direction of his arousal, and he's rewarded with her blush.
"I didn't do this with him, for sure." She bites her lower lip, blushing harder, and he has to suppress a moan. "I told you already that I can work with a DNA sample. I just took a hair from his hairbrush. It's a lot easier to change your own DNA instead of someone else's."
"How many other people have you helped like this?" He wants to hear that he's the only one - that he'll be the only one, and he wonders where this sudden possessiveness and jealousy is coming from.
"Just you. I'm not giving anything to Nathan or Angela, and Peter doesn't need my help. Um… do you want to check and see if it worked?"
He glances around the room, but doesn't see anything he can use as a weapon. Instead, he focuses his eyes on his arm. A smooth cut appears in the flesh of his bicep, and the tiniest droplet of blood escapes, but the cut quickly heals over. He turns his gaze to her, and gives her a genuine smile. "Oh, you're good, babydoll."
"Why don't you try your other powers, make sure I didn't mess them up too badly?"
"We already know that I've still got telekinesis. Hearing still works - I can hear your heart fluttering, baby. Gods, Claire, I can smell your arousal from here, so sense of smell's still great." He quickly shifts to invisible, and tumbles her back onto her bed, pinning her under his weight. "Invisibility still works." A wave of his hand, and the clothes that she'd removed earlier fold themselves and then fly into a neat stack on her desk. "I don't think we need to check the rest, do we?" He resumes visibility, and lowers his head towards her skin.
She stops him with a gentle touch. "Try something else."
He's intrigued by her smile. She knows something that he doesn't, and he wonders if he's about to get a good shock or a nasty surprise. "What do you want me to try?"
"Oh, I don't know. Try something… different. Take me flying, why don't you?" Her smile gets wider, and he suddenly realizes what she's hinting at.
"You didn't."
"You won't know until you try."
He wraps his arms around her again, making sure that he won't accidentally drop her, and they slowly rise into the air. It feels different than when he uses his telekinesis, and he can't believe that she's given him this gift in addition to everything else. He's almost giddy, and he temporarily hates himself for being so weak.
A sudden frisson of doubt crosses his mind. If she can give powers, there's nothing to stop her from taking as well, and he wonders what she's stolen from him. What if she's somehow messed with him, trying to bring Gabriel back?
She cries out when he tightens his arms around her painfully. "Sylar? What's wrong?"
"What else did you do to me, Claire? What did you take or change?" A voice inside his head is screaming at him to kill her now for attempting to play God with him, but he doesn't listen to it.
"Nothing. I'm not you; I'm not going to steal anything from you that you're not willing to give. You've got psych issues that I can't fix just by playing with your DNA. I want you to change, yes, but I can't do anything to make you change - that's all up to you. I've just given you the tools so that you don't have to murder anyone else."
He lowers them back to the bed, and releases her. "You really didn't try anything?"
She glares at him. "If I'd tried, you'd know already. God, are you that sick and twisted that you can't believe someone would do something nice without expecting something in return?"
"Wait, you didn't take anything? You didn't even help yourself to some advanced hearing or TK, or anything?"
"They're yours - well, yours now that you've stolen them. I'm not going to take what you don't offer."
"Come here, babydoll." He lays flat on his back, and pulls her close to his side. "Do you want to take them, or do you want me to give them to you?"
"What?"
"Anything I have, it's all yours. I promised you the world, the least I can give you is telekinesis. How do you want to do this?"
"It's not like that. I didn't give you this expecting you to do the same in return. Don't worry about it. Just, please, don't kill me or anyone else? You can always do the DNA manipulation thing now instead."
He nuzzles his nose behind her ear. "Oh, yeah, that's going to work really well. If I go around acting like you just did, I'm going to get pepper sprayed or arrested for rape." He wonders if she's feeling as possessive as he is. "Do you really want me touching another woman the way you just touched me?" He trails his fingers slowly up and down her arm, stroking her like he would a cat.
"Won't bother me." Her voice doesn't waver, but he can smell the adrenaline and hear the increase in her heartbeat as the lie rolls off her tongue.
"Oh, babydoll, you sure about that?" He rolls them over, supporting his weight on his elbows, trapping her between him and the bed. "You won't mind if I take another woman's top off?" He presses a kiss against her collarbone. "You won't mind if I play with another woman's hair like you played with mine?" He moves his mouth further south, kissing the curve of her breast. "You really won't mind if I get off at the feel of another woman's body moving against mine as I help myself to everything she has to offer?" His mouth reaches her nipple, and she arches against him.
She's panting, but still manages to answer him. "I don't care. Do whatever you like, with whomever you like."
"Anyone and anything?" He's asking permission to take it further with her, and he wonders if she'll understand the vagueness of his question.
"Whatever."
It's all he needs to hear.
- - - - - - - - - -
Her legs are wrapped around his waist. Her fingernails are digging into the skin of his shoulders, but he knows that she won't be able to leave a single mark on him. She's wild, more than he ever expected, bucking up against him, urging him on with heated looks and even more heated words. Her cries are sweeter than he'd imagined, and he won't ever forget how she moans his name. She's tighter and wetter than he's dreamed of, and he wants to just sink into her and never leave.
She does something, he doesn't know what or how, and the flutter of her muscles squeezing around him makes his eyes roll up in his head. He's never been with a woman quite like her, and he didn't know it could be this good, or this hot. She's like a trained courtesan instead of a college girl that he's just relieved of her virginity less than twenty minutes earlier.
"Sy…" her breath catches, like a little hiccup, "lar. Oh, God, Sylar! Please, more, please?"
He's never heard his name said that way, and he fantasizes for a minute what it would sound like if she would say "Gabriel" instead. He pulls out, immediately missing her hot warmth, and flops over on his back, lying beside her.
She immediately sits up, pouting. "What the hell? Get back here! We're not finished yet, buster."
"I was just trying a little rearrangement. I didn't realize that you needed fucking this badly." He laughs as he pulls her over on top of him, sliding her down onto his cock again. "I like it this way better. Can't you feel how much deeper I can go like this?"
Another flutter of her muscles and a fresh wave of arousal let him know that she loves this just as much as he does. Her head falls back, revealing her throat to him. He takes advantage of it, leaning forward slightly to bite and suckle her. She makes a noise somewhere between a growl and a purr, captivating him and making him even harder as he takes her lips into a hard kiss. Her purr becomes a muffled scream when he reaches between their bodies and plays with her clit.
She leans forward again, gasping as he moves in tight circles within her. He's not expecting it when she pushes him on his back again, and rests her head against his forehead, and he's touched by the tenderness that she's showing him. She places soft and tender kisses along his brow, and then down his nose before she kisses his lips again. The change from smoldering temptress to soft lover is all that it takes to make him come, and she quickly follows.
He wonders if maybe, just maybe, she's taken Peter's mind-reading ability when she softly whispers "thank you, Gabriel" into his ear, but he can't stay awake long enough to ask her.
- - - - - - - - - -
A soft knock on the door wakes him the next morning. He's momentarily confused, not expecting to find himself in a twin sized bed with a mouth full of soft blonde hair, and a naked Claire sleeping on top of him.
The knock sounds again. She wakes up at the sound, and then stares at him. He can tell she's just as disoriented as he was. Her eyes suddenly widen, and she jumps off him. "Go invisible, hide, something! It's one of my guards, we must have overslept." She grabs the sheet to wrap around herself, and he disappears against the pillows and disheveled blankets.
She cracks the door open, trying to hide her sheet-clad body behind it, and snaps at the guard. "What is it?"
"We just realized that this new room didn't have an alarm clock. Just wanted to let you know you've got class in an hour."
She slams the door in the man's face and drops the sheet before crawling back into bed. "I'm so sick of this."
She's rejected his offers of the world and his powers, but maybe he can give her freedom instead. He kisses her, and asks a question that he's been thinking about for awhile. "I need to go - I have to leave - but I can't leave you. If I set you free, will you come with me?"
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