Chapter 5: Peace and Quiet?
The outdated company agent had a lot to learn. Perhaps not surprisingly, it was Peter who chose to fill him in on major universe events that he needed to understand now that apparently he would not be expected to die of old age for another hundred years or so, nor need any glasses, horn rimmed or not.
Noah was knocked for six to learn that the cosmos' order was largely dictated by another old acquaintance who did not know how to die. He should have killed him when he had the chance. It seems that Samuel Sullivan did not give up his chance for world domination. Separating the carnival people from him and jailing him did not slow his ascension down for too long, it was in fact in there in custody he met other evolved humans whose power he could use to free himself and them. Instead of a carnival, he had organized a religious cult instead, attracting mainly people with abilities who were hoping for a higher power who listened to and solved their specific life problems.
At first it was only states like Wyoming, Nebraska and Idaho were the places to keep away from if any evolved human wished to avoid being brainwashed or any other person wanted to retain their free agency and a dictatorial approach to government. A mere hundred years later it was most of the planet. Thankfully by that time many colonies were established in other places in the solar system and beyond, unfortunately the rate of exploring the universe and meeting other species was not much faster than the rate with which Samuel's domain extended and integrated different types of aliens. Noah did not have knowledge of many of the locations in the Universe Peter had mentioned, but he did understand that much of the resistance and uncontrolled areas were in and around the Carina Dwarf Galaxy and that they were on route to one of the planets in this system, Annunna, that was protected by a bunch of mutant aliens' cloaking ability.
After the initial excitement, agitation, tension and the need for catching up, Noah found the monotone journey past the stars, inside the small, non-stimulating spacecraft, tedious and droning. He had no useful knowledge to help with navigation or flying and there was only so much Claire felt the need to share with a long lost relative. They couldn't avoid the situation feeling weird and somewhat uncomfortable, so he saw best to remain a simple observant most of the time sitting or lying about on the bed they have provided him with.
The three people of the future took turns watching the controls of the vessel, although Claire and Peter had insisted upon Sylar taking shorter shifts. Right enough, the ability collector appeared to have needed a lot of sleep as he used most of his free time for the purpose and that in turn made the blond rather tense and needy of Peter's cuddles, reassurance and chaste kisses. Noah felt like he was in the way, he could tell, Claire felt too self conscious in her father's presence to go any further than kisses, but it was rather self evident that her relationship with the ability mimic was not devoid of intimate physical the old time traveller decided he would give them space. If he was pretending to be sleeping as well, perhaps nobody would feel interrupted and disturbed.
It was Claire's rotation by the helm right after Peter's double shift, the Petrelli was taking his well earned rest and Noah was lying with half closed eye lids, once again avoiding the weirdness of meeting your daughter, so much more older and experienced than yourself.
Claire was sitting with her back to him, humming to herself softly and quietly, her fingers only briefly and occasionally swiping across the displays on the large monitor. She slowly moved to the music of her own making, a soft, content humming, swaying side to side. Suddenly she leaned a little forward, stopped all movement and sound, and remained rigidly rooted in the middle, like a statue.
Noah winced a little and almost asked if there was trouble from some alien life form ahead, but then Claire gave a deep sigh and some slow moans that puzzled the old man quite a lot as he could not make any sense of it. Her eyes were closed tight shut when she buried her own nails into her bare thighs, breathing unevenly and shallow, but louder. The ex agent was completely clueless till the blond exhaled, "oh, God, don't stop," she breathed, raising her head to look into Sylar's direction.
The man displaced from his time did not dare to follow her gaze, but he could still see from the corner of his eyes that Sylar was now sitting on his bed with a smug and playful expression, a palm raised in the air, with his fingers moving slowly and sensuously up and down, watching his lover's face for reactions. Noah barely managed withholding a gasp of shock and keeping the sickness raising past his throat was a real challenge. The evolved human was using his fine tuned telekinesis to pleasure his partner!
Noah wanted to know no more, big time, so he squeezed his eyes shut as much as he could, along with pressing an ear into the pillow tightly and covering his other ear with his hand. He certainly did not want to know how good at using his powers Sylar was, but the muffled moans were hard to tune out. He was fuming, secretly envious of the once watchmaker. Noah could not remember an occasion he was anywhere near as successful with the ladies.
Unknown to Noah, Sylar was now rhythmically pumping a perfectly calibrated force into her pussy from across the room and through her protective, but light space suit they used inside the vessel. He picked up the pace, making heat spread through the woman's body in a way only he could make happen and he shared her heat only by having the opportunity of being able to see her moving like an instrument to his music as he played it.
A shiver of pleasure went through him, making his penis twitch and come to life. Even if he could satisfy her telekinetically without difficulty, he had missed touching her, especially that they were engaged with different missions at far away galaxies over the last years.
Not breaking the flow and continuing his remote control ministrations, Sylar slid down his bed and crawled over to the command chair on two knees and one hand, his gaze fixed on his target, along with the telekinetic aim of his other arm. He undressed both of them with the same ability using a single, off hand flick of a thumb before he reached her, facilitating for that fundamental and desired tactile sensation under his fingers he had been dreaming about.
Though his eyes were clouded with desire for her, he did catch a glimpse of the old Bennet turning towards the wall with an aghast expression, in spite that he was obviously and desperately making sure he heard or saw nothing, and that for quite a while. Sylar gave him only a mere thought, but it felt good to be aware that some evil had remained in him as he enjoyed making Noah embarrassed.
Claire did not open her eyes, but widened the gap between her thighs. She knew what was coming. Sylar put his palms on the inside of her legs and pushed them further apart to make room for himself. Their surroundings faded, he only ever had eyes for her. His fingers skimmed along the sensitive skin of the insides of her thighs, followed by lingering, slow kisses back and forth. The blonde pushed forward in wonderful agony arching back and expressed her frustration with a whimper, it wasn't her legs she wanted him to give attention to.
Sylar touched her folds lightly, parted them and blew some deliberatly measured air onto them, tickling her most sensitive area. She would not have his teasing though. Throwing her head back onto the backrest of the chair, she put her legs over his shoulders, bringing herself close to the source of her pleasure and closed around his neck tightly, holding him in place, daring him to refuse her satisfaction.
Even though he started using his tongue like she demanded, he slid it back and forth across her pussy teasingly at first. It was only when her fingers gripped his middle length hair with an iron grip, rigidly and firm, not letting him roam, that he started circling her clit and hit her spot precisely and intentionally, making her whole body flood with heat, powerful sensations, and burning desire. How she needed this. Peter was her lover, equal and partner in everything, her support and companion, yet it was only Sylar who could bring about satisfactorily intense emotions in her necessary to make her feel alive after the boredom and monotony of a millennium's worth of days and nights.
Her breathing became completely uneven, moans intensifying. She was ready, more than ready in fact and he knew it. Claire bit her bottom lip hard as she tried to restrain herself, drawing blood, her lust out of control. It was doubtful she would've been able to process any thought at this moment, let alone remember shadows from her past. She could not hold on. Suddenly jumping, the blonde immortal pushed his head backwards and towards the floor, barely able to move over him due to shivering with desire. It was her keen
weight pounding into him that rendered him horizontal.
Their eyes met and locked, his intense need answering her back from the pools of his soul and the small woman curled her fingers around his straining cock to pull him inside herself…
Tbc
