A/N: Five yeas later everything looks good, but only on the surface. They can never be the same again. Claire is living in the Petrelli Mansion. She's trying to have a normal life and she's about to graduate from the University. The dark side in Peter rises and their lives are about to be changed forever.

Note: It's AU Paire fic. It's not the typical Paire fic you're going to read. The dark notes here are highlighted. I've never written such Paire fiction before. It's dangerous and it's a challenge for me to write it, but I'm going to try it.

Rated: M

Couple: Peter/Claire

Warnings: Again, it's AU. I don't own Heroes, sadly. The dark themes here are highlighted.

Enjoy reading,

ArinnaVal

Chapter 12

Claire didn't say anything when he pushed her onto the bed. She couldn't, even if she wanted to. However, there was something in Peter that always kept her weak in her knees. She was only able to wrap her arms around his neck and look at him when he pulled back slightly.

"Why are you doing this, Peter?" Her voice was thick. "We both know that's a mistake and it won't last long."

"Hm?" He was too busy to remove her clothes at this moment, but when he looked at her, his eyes could tell her everything. "I wanted to ask you, why are you doing this to yourself? I would've, if I was the Peter who saved you in Odessa." His hand lay on her cheek. "That Peter would simply leave you to live your life and suffer alone. You know why?" His other hand slid on the curves of her upper body. "Because that Peter was too scared to admit to himself that he loves you. That Peter would rather die than do what he thinks he is right. Why? Because that Peter was too stupid to believe that people are good. Also, that Peter was too stupid to believe that you would't love him back. But you did..." Peter leaned and touched her exposed neck with his lips. "...and you still do, my love." He whispered and that brought shiver down her spine.

"It doesn't matter. Never did." Claire breathed out. "That love is and always will be forbidden."

"So?" He kept kissing the crook of her neck and her hands lifted up to cover his shoulders. "After all we've been through, who the Hell cares anymore?"

"People..."

"Screw them!" He hissed and bit a piece of exposed skin. Claire moaned, but it was more from the pleasure rather than pain. "You know why you're not presented as a Petrelli yet, my love?" He lifted his head up so she could see his face. "I convinced my mother not to do it."

"It was you?" Claire's eyes widened. "I thought... Damn you!" She scowled.

"Here I thought you hated that name." Peter smirked and as if he had read her thoughts, Claire would've guessed he did, he grabbed her arms and pinned them to the bed at the both sides of her head. "You can be a Petrelli... but this is not the way."

"I am a Petrelli by blood!" She tried to release herself, but he was holding her tight.

"Meredith could've lied." Peter shrugged. "Nathan was so naive to believe it and it's how it happened."

"Fuck you! My mother wasn't a liar!"

"I'm tired of talking!" His mouth attacked hers again and Claire found herself returning that kiss.

The truth was that she needed him. She always did. He was her hero and in her eyes he was able to save her from everything. However, she was mistaken now. Peter couldn't save her from himself. Claire stopped with her fight with him right now. Her body gave up on his and she found her arms free. Peter had felt the exact moment to release her. She wrapped her arms around his neck again and kissed him angrily. It wasn't her fault that she fell in love with him. It wasn't his fault that he stopped fighting with his feelings for her. It was the stupid fate that made them related and then fell in love with each other. Yes, the fate could be a bitch sometimes. Then why they had to be good and just suffer, because of it?

He pulled back just slightly and his lips started their way down her body. Claire squirmed under him, but not to push him away. She neded his touch everywhere now. It was like the fire had mixed with the ice. It was how she felt it. His lips were bringing her the very welcomed heat everywhere they touched her. Her eyes closed and she let herself to the feeling. Claire never felt this way before. She never let to anyone to touch her like this before. Peter was different. She simply couldn't resist him right now and he wasn't even forcing her. She was doing it out of love.

Peter didn't stop even for a second. His lips touched her abdomen and his tongue darted playfully around her belly button. Claire let out a soft gasp and he chuckled quietly, before he could move further down. She was ready, he could tell. However, he wanted to feel her completely. Claire was his now, her soul was his. That was all he had ever wanted... but still it wasn't enough. Yet.

His toungue played with that trobbing knot of nerves between her parted legs. Her body reacted right away and he could hear her moans became louder with every second. His hands moved up to cup her breasts and she caught his wrists tightly. Peter looked at her face right now. She was so painfully beautiful. His Claire. He only needed a single move to make his place between her legs and a single thrust to make her completely his.

"Oh!" Claire cried out from the pain she felt and he stopped immediately. He released his arms from her grip and his hands cupped her face. "No..." She panted.

Her protests were muffled from another kiss. It was long and full of passion. Her hands grabbed his arms again and squeezed them tight when his hand slid between their bodies and rubbed her clit. Claire moved her body up instinctively. Peter welcomed that move with a groan, still kissing her. His hips moved again and this time, Claire didn't feel pain. The thing she felt was beyond her widest dreams. Her inner muscles clenched around his length and her legs wrapped around his waist wanted to feel him even deeper. He kept moving and his eyes never left her face.

"Mine!" He breathed out and his hand wrapped around her chin. Claire parted her lips, letting out a moan.

She couldn't think right now. She could only feel him. His fingers still played with her clit while his moves became faster with every second. Claire tilted her head aback and cried out, feeling her release. Her whole body tightened and soon she felt his release as well. He fell over her and his breathing was just as heavier as her own. Claire couldn't move a muscle even. It was so impossible. Her arms and legs however, were wrapped around Peter. She refused to let him go. His head was resting on the crook of her neck and his lips were still touching her skin.

"Fuck you!" She said when she was finally able to talk and heard his quiet laugh.

"I just did that... to you."

"Not even feel sorry?"

"No."

"Guilty?"

"No, why?" His fingers were moving up and dound her arm lazily.

"Because..."

"Say it was illegal and I'm going to do it again!" Peter didn't move.

"But-" Her eyes went heavy and her heartbeat turned back to normal.

"Sleep now." Peter mumbled and pulled out of her, laying on the bed and wrapping his arms around her. "You're going to need it, my love."

Claire didn't answer and her normal breathing showed to him that she was sleeping already. His eyes narrowed. Andy was stupid enough to believe that he was going to marry her. That puppy was so naive to think that he was strong enough to take care of Claire. She needed something more. Peter tightened his arms around her warm body. She needed him. She always had and always will. Claire wasn't brave enough to admit to herself that she wanted him all along, but Peter was. He was now, not before. He didn't like the coward he was. He made so many mistakes back then and he had sworn to himself not to repeat them.

Peter was new person now. He would never let someone to control his life. He would never let someone take his Claire away from him. Even if that meant that he had to kill someone.