Show: Heroes
Pairng: Sylar/Claire
Rating: M for language and slight sexual imagery
*Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes and am not gaining anything from this story, other than the enjoyment of writing it.*
This was officially the best and worst night of my existence. When told about Sylar's miraculous transformation from psychotic serial killer to budding superhero I was, at first, quite skeptical. Well, to be perfectly honest there was no fucking way I was going to buy Peter and Sylar's shared tale, of enlightenment and boredom. Years spent in a world all their own, acquiring forgiveness and friendship was beyond my ability of understanding. However, over many, uncomfortable meetings with the pair, at different locations and various times, I slowly became accustomed to the idea of Sylar, sorry Gabriel as he now likes to be referred to, as a kind of friend, dangerously teetering on the precipice of desire. Yes dear friend I lust for the wrong man, but it's hard to separate feelings such as mine from the former seeing as when I now see him all I can think is god please touch me there again. What would doting daddy think of me now that I have been forever tainted with Gabriel's love and oh how he loves me, as I him. Am I rambling now for there was a point to this entry? Yes, well it's hard focusing with the memory of this night imprinted in my brain so intricately.
It all started with the suggestion from Peter to all come together for a family dinner. Some sort of bonding, let's all talk it out, Sylar's not going to try murder you in your sleep kind of get-togethers. On the invitation list was Dad, Lauren, Angela, Lyle, Mom (Mr. Muggles, mom's plus one), Doug, and Gabriel of course. Could it be said that this party was thrown in his honor, I guess you could imply that seeing as we were trying to come to some sort peace due to his past discrepancies.
Anyway, the night started rather uncomfortably, with dad shooting death from his eyes and Peter's rather forced attempt at making small talk to later lead in to the heavier issue of forgiving Gabriel, to which dad would not budge. I do admire Peter's resilience in the matter. How many people can say they danced toe-to-toe with Noah Bennet, glasses himself, and live to tell the tale. I can understand where he's coming from, seeing as not too long ago I had every right to hate the man as well, possibly more so, but looking at him now, I can't bring myself to regret my decision to pardon his past sins (in substitution of newer ones).
I remember I rather rough point in the evening when dad actually begged with me to side with him and kick the former serial killer to my left out on his ass. I could no sooner do that then show the pleasant shock of the rather warm hand gliding up my thigh. I gave Gabriel a pleading sideways glance to halt his ever climbing pursuit up the inside of my dress, but all he did was smile and continue higher and higher until he was pushing aside my panties and stroking my wickedly.
I should have stopped him there, but instead of removing his hand I pressed it more firmly into me. I nearly passed out from holding my breath, never allowing a single moan to escape my lips and still the bastard smiled coaxing me into a mind-blowing orgasm, my first, shared with my entire family unbeknown by them. Oh how I hate him for that, but I couldn't stop replying the scene over in my mind, as I surely will when I dream tonight.
Love Claire
P.S. I wonder if next time there's a family dinner Gabriel will pretend to drop his napkin and go down on my under the table. A girl can only hope!
