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 21

When Peter didn't answer right away, Claire got worried. She finally turned around to look at him and her heart skipped a beat. There were moments, like this one, where Peter looked like a little kid. The look in his eyes was so confused that she felt the need to touch his face and calm him. However, she just kept silent. Then his eyes narrowed and went cold. Claire froze at her place and grabbed his pillow, putting it between them two. It was pointless of course, if Peter wanted to hurt her, no pillow in the world would've stopped him. Claire gulped down nervously. Mentioning her pregnancy was a mistake. No, it was a huge mistake. Maybe if she was patient enough, if she had pretended that she'd stay with him... then she would've had chance for escape. Then she would've hid somewhere, where no one could find her, change her name and live like a normal person.

"So." Peter took a moment and Claire looked down where his hands had clenched in fists. Her hear started beating faster and she liked her lips. "A kid."

Claire didn't answer and he got furious. His hand wrapped around her neck even before she could be able to blink. She was right, the pillow between them didn't help her.

"Claire!" He snarled close to her face. "Answer me when I'm asking you something!"

"You didn't ask!" Claire barely scoffed.

"Don't play smart!" His lips were so close to hers that she felt a strange desire to kiss him right now. Well, that was sick. Claire frowned, but didn't answer. "We don't need that kid." He said after few minutes, releasing her from his grip and moving away. She looked at him surprised when he went to the window.

"Excuse me?" She coughed, massaging her neck. If she was a normal girl, there had to be red marks from his fingers. However, Claire was sure that her neck looked perfectly fine by now.

"I don't need his bastard!" Peter crossed his arms on his chest, looking outside. Judging by his voice, Claire could say that he was still angry. "It's just a complication!"

"What!?" Claire scoffed. "You think it's his?"

"Why not?" Peter turned around to look at her. His face was completely blank and she couldn't help, but frown. "A slut like you can't stay alone for that long. See now, I have to kill him." He shrugged casually and that pissed her off.

"A slut like me?"

"You're awesome in the bed, my love." A devious grin appeared on his face. "In case you didn't know."

"Fuck you!" She spat the last word, furious. "I haven't slept with him!"

"You're lying." He said calmly, but she was sure that that's only on the surface.

"I've tried to seduce him." Claire narrowed her eyes, looking at him. "Happy now? It didn't work, because... well, he couldn't do it."

"Is he an impotent or something?" Peter chuckled all of a sudden. "Oh that's a joke! Your puppy is impotent!"

"He's not!" Claire growled, getting off the bed. However, she completely forgot she was naked. "She wanted us to wait... to the wedding."

"Then he's stupid." His eyes followed the line of her collarbone and she felt nice chills running down her spine. "I just can't imagine that there's a guy in this world that can resist you."

"Andy is a gentleman." Claire lowered her voice, trying to reach for the sheets. Then she found herself pinned to the wall all of a sudden. "And you're not!" She scoffed. "There's the difference and it's why I wanted to marry him! He could've been a great father."

"To... my child?" Peter shook his head. "I don't think so! However, I think he's gonna pay for seeing you like this."

"What? You can't be serious!" Claire yelled, but that didn't work on Peter that much.

"I told you, he's gonna pay!" He lowered his head so his lips touched the crook of her neck. Claire shivered. "So, you tried to seduce him? Hm? See, I'd love to see you in that role, my love." Peter chuckled close to her face. "You are sweet, and sexy, and intelligent. I also want to do a lot of naughty things to you right now."

Claire opened her mouth to speak but just whimpered as his large hand cupped her wet, and very smooth triangle. He pushed his third finger up, spreading her moist lips. He then slowly moved his hand back and forth. As he sped up he pushed another finger up until finally two fingers slid deep inside her love hole.
All Claire could do was hold his arms and whimper. She couldn't focus on anything but the electricity building between them. She started grinding her hips but he held them firmly.

"Stop," she hissed. He just chuckled again and threw her back on the bed. Then suddenly he was inside her again. She sat up as her body adjusted to his size. He was breathing just as hard as before and sweat was dripping from his body. It was an erotic smell and Claire began to bounce on his manhood. Leaning forward, she thrusted hard and fast until she reached the peak.

"Did you just cum?" he asked innocently. Her body was shaking. He must have felt the quivering inside her. Claire just nodded, couldn't help but angry at her own weakness. There was something in him that kept her under his control.

However, Peter hadn't finished. They flipped over and he continued to thrust in and out of her wetness. Nothing was said as the two lovers enjoyed each other intimately. His rough hands rubbed up and down her tanned, firm, smooth legs and Claire realized in that moment that this felt right.

"Fuck!' he shouted suddenly. He gripped her hips so tight it hurt and she felt the familiar gush of fluid inside of her body. He fell sideways and Claire turned to face him.

"Getting tired already?" She gasped, feeling the need to challenge him right now.

"I thought you need the break, but..." He moved closer and pushed his cock back inside her. She whimpered against him and Peter chuckled again. "Fit like a glove."

"How... romantic." Claire hissed, but couldn't help and her back arched when Peter began to move in and out slowly at first, building speed. Soon he began to pound into her. He felt her arms tighten around his neck and her legs wrap around his waist. A smile came to his lips when he looked at her face again. It was a smile that Claire couldn't see, because her eyes were closed and she was getting ready to climb that peak again.

Finally, Claire lost it. "Oh God!" she screamed. "Peter!" Her hips moved up to meet every downward plunge. She felt incredibly full and stretched. Her body began to tremble as she raced toward another climax.

"Oh God baby," Peter moaned, "I can't take much more."

"Oh, damn you!" Claire screamed as another climax rushed through her.

They both reached the peak together, breathing heavily afterwards. He fell over her, buried his head in her collarbone for a moment. Claire licked her lips, trying to breathe and fingers ran through his smooth hair. She couldn't realize what she did right now. It was a sign of a weakness. It was a sign that Peter's won that battle. That she was his and he just claimed her. However, she was too tired to think right now. A nice tiredness possessed her body and she fell asleep. She didn't feel how Peter moved away and took the place beside of her in the bed. He couldn't sleep right now. However, his eyes couldn't stop looking at her. She was so beautiful and too perfect to be real, but yet she was. The old Peter would reach and fix her messy hair right now. He would caress her face and his index finger would stop on her parted lips.

But he wasn't the old little puppy. He was different now. So his eyes followed each curve of her smooth tanned body. A droplets of sweat was running in between her breasts and he smirked at that look. He had exhausted her to the point where she couldn't think anymore. Peter liked that control he had over her body. He'd love to have her mind as well, but he didn't want to break her will. Peter enjoyed their fights, although he'd never admit that in front of her.

Petrelli mansion

Angela was staring at the window. The house was incredibly quiet these days. After the scandal of Claire's ruined wedding, the family was practically in every news. The media had surrounded the mansion, but now everything went quiet. It had been a week already and everything had calmed down. Andy was on his way home from the hospital. His family had called once or twice to ask about Claire. However, Angela couldn't answer to any of their questions. She didn't know where Peter had taken Claire. She was sure in one thing though, they were together. She had fought against it, but Peter had found a way to win against her, again. There was a time when she thought of him as a weak person. It turned out she was wrong. He had every potential to be a good leader, it was too bad she hadn't noticed that on time.

She sighed and sat back on her chair, behind her desk in the library. All these years of constant fighting and intrigues around her, had finally got her tired. She leaned her elbows on the solid desk and rubbed her nose with her fingers. All she had ever wanted was to keep the family together. Now, only Peter and Claire had left.

"They told me you're not in home." Noah's voice surprised her and she lift up her head. He was standing by the door, dressed in his black suit and his usual gray shirt. However, he didn't wear a tie. He hated them. "You pay them well."

"Not enough, obviously." She muttered under her nose. "Why you're here, Noah? Any news?"

"I was at the Company." He took the seat opposite her. "Do you want to know the number of the casualties?"

"Let me guess, it's a big number?" Angela leaned back on her chair, sighing. "Peter turned out to be something, I'd never thought he could be."

"The number is big, yes." Noah fixed his glasses. "You underestimated him."

"And we have your daughter to blame." She suddenly frowned.

"My daughter?" Noah looked more curious than angry.

"She must've done something to him." Angela scoffed. "Peter wasn't like this before. Everything started in the moment he met her!"

"You shouldn't have hid her in the first place, Angela!"

"I thought it was the right choice!"

"Arthur thought! Not you!" Noah finally raised up his voice. "You were with him every step on the way!"

"He was my husband!"

"He manipulated you and you were too in love to see that!" Noah scoffed.

"That's not true and you know it!" Angela narrowed her eyes. "You don't know anything about me or my marriage with Arthur! He was bad, I know. However, I did thing I'm not proud of as well. So, I'm the last person here to blame him!"

"You're doing this again!" Noah got furious.

"What?"

"I can't believe you're protecting him! You've tried to kill him, twice! And you're protecting him?"

"Love can be blind, Noah." Peter's voice startled them and they looked by the window. He was watching their argument with smirk on his face. "I think you know that from experience."

"You!" Noah rushed to him, but stopped all of a sudden. An invisible force was holding him on his place. He could only glare at Peter, who simply shrugged and looked at his mother.

"I'm glad you finally found the truth, mother." He made a theatrical gesture with his hand. "Not about Claire and me, but overall."

"What?"

"I'm not under her spell." Peter chuckled. "It's quite the opposite. She's under my control."

"If you harm her..." Noah hissed, but he was still unable to move.

"I'd do that only if she wants me to." Peter didn't even look at him. His attention had focused over his mother. "Don't try to find me, mother! I'll be back... at some point and when I want to. Oh, and if you try that locking number again," Peter leaned his hands on the desk and his eyes were like daggers. "I'm promising you, you will suffer!"

Before Angela could answer, Peter teleported away. She only cursed under her nose and looked at Noah.