Chapter 18: Ascendance

Claire turned the fire on and stayed in front of it to heat up. Pity her rapid cellular regeneration did not stop her from feeling cold. Or perhaps they should have chosen another country as their hide out. Ireland was not as icy as Alaska had been, but it was pretty far from her well missed sunny Texas. But needs must. She had chosen their destination as she had always wanted to see the country ever since she had found out about her biological mother's heritage and once they flown there they decided not to leave for a while in case someone noticed them on some airport security camera. It was not like they could use Rachel's teleportation methods any longer, not after Sylar having tried to take that ability away from the super soldier. Claire didn't know how many evolved humans could be in their close proximity in Dublin, but Ireland was as good of a place as any to keep him away from those who fueled his hunger. The further away from the people he knew, including the LAWR, the better it must be.

The young blond had been surprised that the leader of the resistance turned out to be a teenager, but she did like Micah's approach to the matter of the serial killer. He would give Sylar every chance as long as he was no threat and Claire just had to make sure it stayed that way.

The naked Bennett girl sighed and climbed back into bed next to her lover. She kissed his shoulder while lowering herself and lay an arm over him and round his stomach. All that ever bothered him these days was a rare little wave of nausea by what he was saying, but holding her palm on his abdomen was a pleasurable habit she had, for both of them, dating back to the times he wasn't well. He shifted a little and their bodies coalesced without much effort.

Claire relaxed into his embrace, heaviness settling into her limbs. She was in such a cosy place. Distracted, she started to draw random, ticklish designs on his skin with her fingers, disturbing the little, sensitive hairs a bit under his white belly button.

Sylar fidgeted and opened his eyes, beginning to get turned on once more, but his voice was still sleepy. "Looking for another round, little Claire?"

She turned her head to gaze up at him, "just having fun," she teased, "but I must admit, I was thinking of the ways we could have more fun. You know, with both of us able to regenerate..."

"You don't want me to hurt you." Sylar stated. It wasn't a question. There was darkness inside Claire too, like everyone, a monster waiting to come out and play. And with him, she could have it so without consequences. "What do you have in mind?"

She licked her lips slowly before answering, "every bad boy needs some spanking..." Her string of words was a question because she was not sure she wanted to go there. Ever since she had known him, she wanted to kill him, hurt him, punish him for what he did to her and her family, but when she had the chance she rushed to his help instead, driven by some mighty moral righteousness that placed her above all the others in her mind. Most of the time she pushed the past out of her mind. She did what was necessary and what she felt was ethical. Yet sometimes, there was this thought nagging at the back of her mind that he needed to know that for some things she didn't forgive him, no matter how she understood his hunger and his reasons behind his actions now.

"I'd let you do anything you want to me," her lover grinned salaciously, "break my every bone, milk me till I pass out, carve your favorite picture out my ass, if that's what gets you off, baby."

"Just spanking, Sylar," Claire looked at him very seriously, disapproving of his smile regarding the matter.

"So you gonna make me beg for it?" Arousal crept into his voice.

"You're in the mood, aren't you?" The blond gave a little head shake, resting her hand on his side.

"I'm so helpless around you, you know. You make me so...auch!" His eyes widened. It had somewhat surprised him when her caressing palm slapped a cheek of his bottoms hard. Then an indulgent grin spread across his face and he squatted up, his back side unguarded on purpose. With little electric outbursts, he snapped a bit of the telephone wire off and flew it into her hands, providing her with a whip.

Claire contemplated the instrument she was holding. Sylar could have been accused of many things insane, but masochism was not one of them. It didn't fit, unless he wanted her to punish him for some other reason. Did he think she had to realize there was a monster inside her as well when she was letting her anger run free?

"When I have had enough, I won't hesitate to fight back. I'm a big boy," he encouraged, but he had no intentions to stop her. If they were to have a lasting bond that meant something for Claire as well, she will have to have the chance to settle the score with him. There was so much more at stake here than sexual pleasure. He gazed at her naked form nevertheless, her pure, innocent soul obviously needed some encouragement to unleash her demons. "I wanna see you sweat it babe. You're so beautiful when you're so full of life your eyes change color." To a darker shade, naturally, he added to himself.

The whip did come down on his hindquarters, but it felt almost like soft. "Thank you, Mistress, could I have some more?"

Claire tried harder this time, producing a cracking noise with her instrument as it flew though the air. The cord slapped down his back, cut some skin, sending little droplets of his blood in several directions.

The killer clenched his teeth, muffling a moan, but rather oddly, the experience turned him on, more than anything else. It seemed like he loved it when she was in control, just as much as being in control himself.

Claire pulled her arm back, a wave of excitement animating her movements. Did Sylar really let her do this? Surely he was trusting her with his life, but this was one more step forward. She pulled her arm back and put all her strength into the next one. She was not counting her lashes, she let her body dictate the beat. With erect nipples, a blanked mind and a wet pussy, she marveled at the perfect male body in front of her, writhing and growling in distress and pain for a moment, healing the next till she left no time interval between her strikes for the wounds to heal over. He was her equal, she could only do this to him only and get away with it. The possibilities were endless.

The cord merely froze for a second when she realized she had lost it and how much she was enjoying hurting him. It was not what stopped her, nor his by now unrestrained howling. Without drugs in his system, he would heal all right. Several lashes later, after perhaps about fifty in total, she neared herself to his crumpled form, shaking not by the effort, but by her need to be fucked by him, bring those well stirred up sensations in her to an end.

His eyes were clouded and there was blood, dried on or flowing, on every part of his body. But he could not let her feel guilty in any way. His voice was exhausted, "did you like the power, little Claire? Having the advantage over someone for once? Like an active ability that allowed you more than just defending yourself?" He ignored the settling pain and reached out as if to take her hand.

The next moment, she was stuck to the wall, with her blood dripping down this time.

Tbc