Pleasantries
By: PhoenixJustice
Disclaimer: Heroes is owned by Tim Kring. I only own this fic and make no profit.
Warning: M for sexual content, incest?, implied incest, etc
Pairing: Sylar/Claire, allusions to Paire, Nathan/Claire
Setting: During S3 ep 1.
Summary: "Claire, darling Claire, I didn't do anything to your father. This is but an illusion by a fat old man who is sticking his nose where it doesn't belong."
Prompt: "brutal."
He thrusts one final time, letting out a large moan as he pulses inside of her, her body tightening on his cock, milking out his pleasure even further. He shudders in pleasure, his hands a brutal grip on her soft skin. And he becomes even more pleased when she cannot hold back a moan, her back arching as she comes right after he does.
He wasn't ashamed of reaching his pleasure before before her; not when she had already come several times before he had finally succumbed to pleasure. He pulls out of her, some of his seed had splattered in all directions all over their bodies.
Her eyes open as he pulls out of her. He smiles a feral grin at her. "See? That wasn't so bad now now was it--" he caresses her blonde hair. "My darling, Claire?"
She sobs, closing her eyes and trying to turn her head away from him, but he grabs her and forces her head forward. He kisses her brutally hard, tongue sweeping the inside of her mouth, his hands holding onto hers so hard that he could hear bones snapping before immediately healing.
"The fun we'll have together," he says, moving a hand over her hair again, unable to help himself. "You've given me a great gift, Claire. I'll look over you like your daddy can't right now."
She finally speaks.
"Because you killed him!" She shrieks, before turning away and sobbing.
Blood drips onto his leg and he looks over at Noah's dead body in disgust, pulling himself up and laying Claire onto the bed.
"Claire, darling Claire, I didn't do anything to your father. This is but an illusion by a fat old man who is sticking his nose where it doesn't belong."
He darts a hand over by the supposed body of Noah lay and squeezes his hand, revealing Maury who gasps for air, causing the illusion to lift, the body of Noah disappearing.
"You think I can't see through your tricks?" He growled. His hand squeezing harder against the man's throat. "Just who do you think I am? Do you not know who I am?"
"You're--" wheezed Maury. "Angela's...son!"
Claire gasps behind him. "No! You can't..."
He turns to Claire, smiling gently at her as he squeezes the life out of Maury. "I am. Angela Petrelli is my real mother."
He lets the lifeless body of Maury fall to the ground and pulls Claire close, kissing her gently.
"--boy, you've got a thing for uncles don't you? And fathers, come to that..."
He grins.