AN: I don't own Heroes. I make no dollars from this.

AN2: The Mature Rating is real, don't read if you don't like swears and sex.

CHAPTER 9

Well… He had honestly tried to do the right thing here. No one could really blame him… especially if they were looking at this particular pair of breasts. Her skin was flushed, nipples erect and the tiniest smirk plastered across her face. For fucks sake, her body is fucking perfect and clad only in a pair of pale blue panties riding high on her hips. Right now, the voice of his patience has been drowned out.

"Wha-" His dry throat catches on the words, and he clears his throat quickly, "What the hell are you doing?"

"I made a mistake," She took one step toward him, trailed a finger up his chest and tilted her head back to look him in the eyes, "There's something here, right now, between you and I."

She trails her hand lightly over the tattoo of her own face. "Everybody in my life has used me for a pawn, including you. So the day you came, and changed everything; when I threw myself onto my bed, the fucking blood still drying on my forehead from your work, I made a promise to myself, to be brave enough to make my own choices. I'm choosing you."

He grabbed her arms and shook her gently once, "You're not ready. You're not ready for what is between us." She wasn't, and maybe never would be completely ready to know what he felt for her.

"Bullshit," she wound her arms around his neck, shifting to her tip-toes and pressing them heart to heart, "You don't scare me anymore, Sylar."

They slide together then, seamlessly. He's helpless to resist her and she's not about to let him. Kisses blend together as they stand in the steam of his shower. Claire knows in her heart somehow, that she's been chasing this… feeling for so long, that she can't let it slip away. He touches her shoulder and trails his fingers down the length of her arm, and tangles her fingers with his own.

"You don't know what you've let loose, Claire," he whispers, backing her against the vanity and pulling her hand to his lips.

For a second, she is too shocked to react to this totally unexpected moment of romance, the contrast of his actions leaving her dazed. Before she can recover, his hands have moved to her hips, and the tone has changed. He lifts her onto the porcelain of the countertop and she squeals and giggles, "It's so cold," she smiles against his lips and wraps her legs around his waist. She can feel his dick harden through the towel that separates them.

"Maybe I can warm you up, then," Sylar taunts and dips his head to take her nipple into his mouth.

Claire is surprised by the ease she feels while wrapped around Sylar, how a giggle had slipped from her lips and how his touch seems infused with thousands of dreams. She's terrified of the well of emotion she feels when he looks in her eyes, and scared of the smile that won't leave her face as she pulls her hands through his hair. As she feels her body warming to his touch, she feels treasured for the first time in her life. When the next wave of sensation travels through her body, Claire's mind shuts off completely and a loud moan escapes her.

As Claire's body arches further into his hands, Sylar feels as though he is finally in control of his destiny. His brave, beautiful cheerleader had taken matters into her own hands and full out seduced him. He grabs her thighs and hikes her off of the vanity to carry her toward the bedroom and prays to any god that will hear him to not fuck this up.

"Oh God," Claire whimpers as she feels the muscles of Sylar's arms tense as he picks her up. Her body has never felt this kind of intensity, wave after wave of excitement is building under her skin, making her quiver against him, sending another blow of sensation to her sensitized breasts. She drags his mouth to hers as they stumble down the hall. Their tongues tangle and Claire's nails dig into his shoulders as they fall to the bed. As he looms over her, Claire feels her body going into overdrive. She moves her hands across his chest, reveling in the tiny tremors of his body.

The feeling of power when a strong man quivers is something that cannot be underestimated. Claire can't even analyze the bombardment of sensation, his hands are everywhere, sensitizing points she didn't even know existed. She could hear his quick intake of breath as she ghosts her hand down over his dick, and it twitches toward her hand immediately.

"Jesus, Claire, you're killing me," he whispers in her ear. Years of wanting her, and literally days of fantasizing have put him in a near-blinding state of arousal.

"What do you like?" She whispers back to him, trying to hide her insecurities and keep him interested. She's been down this road before. She knows that the good part will be over soon, and he'll be pushing into her and she'll be telling herself how foolish it was to think that she could actually feel something.

He can feel a new tension in her. He can see the flashes of those useless boys, groping her, wasting her. Sylar is a man who has made control his lifeline, and he knows today, he can give this to her. She's distracted by her own insecurities and he can finally show her what she has been missing; he can give her pleasure, unlike anything she has ever known.

He is also feeling the pressure right now. Sylar is honestly terrified at this moment. Terrified to destroy the future he needs with her. He needs to tie her to him, and to give her more than she has ever dreamed possible. Desire can open doors to the heart, and he knew needed to use every weapon he could.

As his ability notes every sigh and moan, he begins to hone in on her weaknesses. He focuses first on her neck, specifically the right side, just under her ear, where she can hear his whispers. Every kiss and lick on the sensitive skin makes her squirm under his hands. As he slides her panties off her hips, he's sure that she doesn't know that sounds are escaping her constantly, fragments of words mingle with sexy moans and her body arches toward him, in an unconscious attempt to relieve the increasing pressure.

She can feel her body moving, quickening in desperation. As she strains against him, she can feel him slowing his movements, lightening the touch of his fingers. "Syyyyylar," her mouth emits what can only be described a keening wail.

Suddenly, his thumb is on her clit, circling rapidly and Claire loses the ability to control her limbs. To her litany of nonsense pleas, he slides his fingers into her. She's so fucking wet and so fucking close. He bares down on her clit and he feels her cum, around his fingers and a quiet gasp escapes her as she pulses around him.

As she comes down, Sylar tries to calm himself down by thinking about baseball, which does him next to no good, because he's never given a good fuck about sports, but he's pretty desperate at this moment. 'Umm… There are bases!' his brain shouts and then flounders for any other type of coherency. He's never been effected by anything to the point where rational thought has completely abandoned him until this, oddly, the most ridiculous day of his life.

She sighs once slowly with a huge grin plastered across her face and lazily unhooks the towel from around Sylar's waist. He watches as her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she looks at him with blatant arousal and hears her whisper, "Wow," once, almost reverently before looking into his eyes. For a moment they are silent, but for labored breaths, poised on the precipice of change.

Then she hooks one limber leg around him and whispers, "Do you know how badly I want you?"

His cock twitches almost violently in response and he clenches his teeth together and hisses her name.

"Now, Sylar. Please, now!" she says into his ear, begging and writhing under him.

Then she feels her arms being drawn slowly over her head, and her fingers encircle the iron bar of the headboard, one by one. Later, she would be baffled by how fucking crazy aroused she was by his telekinesis, when she thought it would always invoke fear. But she feels nothing like fear as he presses his body flush against hers, "Claire." He says quietly, and she blinks her dazed eyes open to find his gaze.

For one heartbeat, it's just them, eyes locked, bodies intertwined. Then he kisses her deeply, and slides into her body, without resistance.

"Oh my fucking God!" she moans loudly, dragging the last word out as her muscles clench around his cock.

"You can just call me, Sylar, Claire." He says, huskily into her ear.

She chuckles once before he's moving inside of her; those long, slow strokes, building so quickly. She throws a second leg around him and she's moving fast, her body too overwhelmed and too desperate to wait.

Sylar knows he's close, her body's so responsive and she's so close to cumming again.

"I want you, Sylar. Please," Her voice is hoarse and chokes off her plea. Then her walls are pulsing around him and he's cumming, with her pussy throbbing around his cock; her limbs tense as the orgasm rips a loud scream from her and her vision goes white.

AN Again: This chapter really just took so long, and I'm sorry. I wanted Claire to be the one who ultimately made the decision, and I wanted to be canonically believe-able that she would actually make that decision. In all honesty, I probably obsessed over this chapter's flow way too much, but I was aiming for hottness beyond imaginings… Please take time for a review if you enjoyed, and prepare for the aftermath scene, which is the original scene that made this story live in my brain in the first place. Thanks for reading!