Title: What Choice?
Rating: M? ish? I would say hard T but M for safety.
Disclaimer: Not Mine. Also this is completely unbeta'ed so I know there is probably loads of mistakes. Sorry! If you see any just point it out to me, eh? Thanks!
Summary: Filling this prompt for the kink meem at the sylar_claire LJ group-I don't know why, where or when it happens (author's choice!), but Claire has to choose between Sylar and... let's say Hiro (or someone else) to have sex with. She chooses Sylar, though she hates him.
What Choice?
What is in a choice? What is in a choice when you have no choice? How can you choose when you have no alternative?
Claire swallows, slowly. She looked from her left to her right, and then to her left again.
What choice does she have?
None, and he knew it.
"Kiss me." He purrs, his hand riding up her side carressing her breast, slowly.
(She arches her body towards his touch.)
"I hate you." She says before her lips touch his in a kiss.
(He feels his heart futter as her lips touch his. Oh God.)
"I want you." He mummurs into her mouth, as he nips at her bottom lip.
(Her eyes widen and her stomach drops. Oh God.)
"You disgust me." She replies, as she works at the buttons of his black shirt.
(Hard abs. Treasure trail. Long finger. LaCoste calogne??)
He laughs, and moves her hand to his crotch. "This is what you do to me."
(Slick. Hard. God)
"Just get on with it." She mutters as she bites that sweet spot right between his neck and shoulder.
(Yum)
Sylar arched an eyebrow and his lips quirked into a small, devious smile "If you says so, princess."
(Be Mine)
She unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down.
(No underwear, apparently. Kinky Bastard)
He lifts up her skirt and pushes her underwear aside.
(Impact in 3...2...1...)
Their eyes meet for a moment before............blast off.
(Oh Oh Oh)
(Wow)
It's not like how they write about in books. She wasn't a virgin and she didnt love him. It was intense, though. (She is on birth control). He moves slowly at first and tries to pace himself. He is concentrating on the feeling. She is willing. She is willing. She is willing. She is wet. She had a choice. He has wanted this for so long.
Claire can feel her insides tumble. Why does it feel so good? I am so wet. I am falling. Oh, that feels good. Touch Me. Touch Me. Touch Me. Can I have both? She is being tossed into oblivion and she would like it but she looks over to her uncle, bound and beaten on the floor.
"I am so sorry." She gasps between thrusts.
Peter eyes are cold and hard as he watches his niece being fucked by his worst enemy, his words muffled by the gag in his mouth.
(I love you)
Sylar finishes, his body covered in sweat.
(I love you)
Claire finishes. and finishes. and finished.
(Oh god.)
She allows him to go soft inside her as they slide to the floor together. She crawls over to Peter and removes his gag.
"I'm so sorry"
Sylar eyes doesnt not leave the couple, as he watches Claire struggle to undo the binds that hold Peter. He sighs and with a flick of his wrist and unties the rope.
Claire looks at him with confused eyes.
"A gift." He replies as he gets off the floor, and pulls up his jeans.
(I'm so sorry)
Peter eyes never leave Sylar as he gets up slowly and wraps his arms around his niece.
(I'm so sorry)
He kisses Claire softly on her forehead, "You had no choice."
R&R plz! If you want. :_)