Even From A Distance - A Sylar/Claire Fic - NC-17

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Title: Even From A Distance
Author: force_oblique
Rating: NC-17, explicit but not graphic.I hope it's tasteful!
Disclaimer: Bite me! Ok, I dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/Claire/Mention of West
Word Count: 4374
Summary: Sylar wants Claire and will stop at nothing to get her! Backseat!hot! @#$3$
Author's Notes: Might be crappy, especially since it is my very first try at a smut fiction. I dont even write that in Greek, let alone in English.
Crossposted at heroes_fic, heroes_sylar, sylar_claire

It's all thanks to Tamara@freetheelves2 {response to her backseat hot!s@x! challenge} and also big thanks to my beta ghost_goodthing aka Jessica! You rock, I know I've said that before, but you do!


Even From A Distance

He watches them in the darkness. In silence. She has no idea he is there.
They have no idea he is there.


Her golden hair is shining even under the dim light from the moon. Her smile is brighter than the moon and the thought of ‘him’ being so close to her infuriates him.
He was not worthy. West was nothing but a boy.

A silly boy who kept going towards his unsuspecting death.
Especially if he was to continue his relationship- if that was what he should call it- with Claire.

Even at this distance he could hear her breathe. He could hear every little sound she made. Every heartbeat.

He could hear the way it grew faster when West brushed her cheek with his hand.
He could see him lean closer and kiss her and it drove him mad.

For days, weeks he had been watching them meet in the courtyard late at night. Long after the practices were over. Long after anyone would even care to be close to the gym to see them.

At least they were careful.
He gave them that.
But more time wasn’t something he was prepared to give them.

Her soft moan was music to his ears and couldn’t help but momentarily close his eyes and let his imagination take over.

He was imagining he was the one kissing her. He was the one tasting her lips, tasting her tongue, playing with it. Yes, he was the one brushing his hand through her hair, smelling her perfume.

It was him touching her face, gazing deep into her eyes and it was his face she was seeing. That smile; she saved only for him.

He could hear that they were both out of breath now. Both of their hearts were beating faster but Sylar wished his would stop. It would be so easy, so convenient if West was just out of the way.

He closed his eyes again and this time, it was him letting his hand touch her skin just above her breasts, where her heart was throbbing just beneath.

It was his lips nibbling at her earlobe and relishing at her soft, surprised breathing. It was him whispering in her ear, him kissing the side of her neck, marking his path with his tongue.

Yes, it was him touching the inside of her thigh, just below her cheerleader skirt. It was him feeling the warmth between her legs. It was for him that she was all wet and welcoming and innocent.

The alluring scent of her arousal should be saved only for him. He immediately opened his eyes.

Oh no! He wasn’t going to let West be her first. He didn’t deserve it. He wasn’t worthy of such beauty. He wasn’t worthy of such a gift.

The knuckles on Sylar's hand were already white. It shouldn’t be long now.

Not long at all!
He had to move fast.

~ ~

Claire woke up with a smile on her face. Last night had been wonderful. She had no words to describe it. It had been better than she had expected.

It was all worth the trouble of sneaking out every night, lying to everyone, just so that she would be with him even for a little while.
It gave each day a sense of purpose.

She was in love. So much in love, it could drive her mad. It would drive her insane if she couldn’t see him. So she nodded and smiled at her dad who was sitting across the table.

“Yes dad” she answered, not honestly having heard a word he had said. But “yes, dad” covered pretty much everything. She smiled even bigger and sheepishly as she saw him nod back at her satisfied. She had no idea what she had agreed to, but it was worth it if it meant she could be with West one more day.

“I have to go now!” she said as she chewed on her toast and stood up taking her bag with her.

“Bye dad! Bye mom!”
“Bye- bye Claire-bear!”

God, they were so predictable. He was so predictable. She knew that her dad was a pretty dangerous guy, but seriously? This gullible?

It was just as well as long as he presented her with no obstacles.

Even before having closed the door behind her, her thoughts raced to him. His hair, his kind eyes. She couldn’t think straight.

She could feel her cheeks going red, the moment she thought of the night before. The way he had touched her, The way she had let him touch her. The way she had responded to his touch. His taste was still on her lips, in her mouth. His scent was following her everywhere.

And it was weird because that day, as well as several previous days, she felt like he - or someone else - was following her too. Like someone was watching her. Watching after her..Just watching her from a distance. In silence.

She hoped it was West, but she couldn’t be sure. She wanted it to be him. She hadn’t asked him directly because it excited her to think that he was watching her even when she couldn’t see him.

But there were times that the “watcher” didn’t feel like West.
There was no kindness in him or the way he looked at her.
No sensitivity or discretion.
Sometimes it felt like an intense infatuation.
A powerful hunger, an irresistible attraction.
Raw passion.
Raw sexuality, which was nothing like West.

Only she didn’t know if she should welcome it. She didn’t know if she would encourage such a sensation.

She only knew that she never asked for it to stop and that sometimes she didn’t care if it really was West or somebody else.

Did that make her a bad person? Did giving in to your instincts, your darkest desires qualify as immoral?

Claire didn’t know what to think, all she knew was that she couldn’t resist it for too long now.

Today she was dressed in jeans. It was not a comfortable choice, considering the whole making out thing which would happen after school, but she didn’t regret it. Not this time.

Because this time, she could feel “him” watch her more intensely than ever before.
And this was as arousing as it was chilling to her very core, just like the cold wind blowing today.

She instinctively wrapped her jacket tighter around herself and kept walking towards the school.

West had told her that he had a nice surprise for her today and she couldn’t wait to find out what it was.

She wondered what it could be. It was not her birthday or some anniversary so the choice of the day seemed completely random to her. That made it all the more mysterious.
It was unlike him. He was generally sweet, caring, reliable, predictable.

So predictable she almost stopped breathing when a limo pulled out in front of her. A tall man stepped out of the driver’s seat and approached her.

“Miss Claire Bennett?” he asked.

“Yes!” she answered out of breath.

“Would you mind getting in, Miss? I ‘ve been instructed to drive you to your surprise!”

“Which is where exactly?” she asked, not sure if she should be curious or suspicious.

“I am sorry I can’t tell you that. It would ruin the surprise!”

“West!” Claire laughed to herself as she got in.

She took of her jacket and let her hands caress the soft leather of the interior. It was beautiful, it was luxurious. It was so not West. It amazed her how he could have thought of that.

She closed her eyes and smiled, happy with how this was going. Here she was, inside a limo that would take her to the boy she was in love with.

It wasn’t long until the car came to a stop. Confused; she opened her eyes, not quite able to make out where they were, through the dark shaded glass.

“Why did we stop? Where are we?” She demanded to know. But no one answered. Instead, the door on her right opened and a frighteningly familiar figure entered the limo.

“Hello Claire” he said. And it was unmistakable that it was him. It was Sylar.

“You!! What are you doing here? Where’s West?” she asked him, fear starting to take a hold of her.

“West? He is sorry he couldn't make it. He was preoccupied.” He turned to look at her and his
brown eyes were glowing. “Wait! You didn’t really think this whole thing was his idea?”

“Awww, Claire, when will you learn? He is just too boring for you. Too lifeless for you. You didn’t really think he could plan and execute something like this, did you?” he continued.

Claire felt confused, disoriented and not sure if what she felt was panic or some weird excitement she hadn’t felt before.

Sylar’s movements were fast, confident almost animal-like.

He had the grace of a feline and yet he looked just as deadly as the most dangerous feline could be.

Watching him move was almost intoxicating. She forced herself to concentrate.

“Where’s West? What have you done to him?”

“Don’t worry, I haven’t even done the least painful thing I had decided to put him through!” He will be fine as long as we do fine!” he teased her, his lips turning into the sexiest grin she had ever seen on a face and she felt guilty for thinking that.

“What is that supposed to mean?” She tried, anxious to win some time to try and collect her thoughts. But it was already hard to think straight as panic and excitement both, overwhelmed her.

“It means Claire, that if you do as I say everything will be fine and your unremarkable little boyfriend will be able to get back to his tedious life in no time!”

He watched him take off his jacket, revealing a royal blue shirt and wondered if she had time enough to open the door and get out. She rapidly tried it, but to no avail. The door was locked.

“Aww, Claire. Don’t disappoint me. I expect more of you!” he cryptically said, staring at her bosom.

With a flick of his wrist, the top two buttons of her shirt just flew off, revealing more of her skin.
“That’s better!” he chuckled.

“What do you want?” she uttered trying to sound as stable and as defiant as possible.

“Nothing more than what you are prepared to give me!” he continued with his riddles.
“And nothing less, I assure you!”

“Let me out! You know you can't really kill me. So what do you really want?”

Her breathing had grown faster and her cheeks had turned red. He smiled pleased.
“Does it always have to be about death with you?”

“Isn’t that what you do?” She challenged him and that was exactly what he loved about her.

She was not a child, but she seemed unaware of the real danger. She was ripe, but not yet mature enough to see the big picture. She was his to educate. To train, to own.

“No, you will come to learn it isn’t. Sometimes it is just about the pleasure!” he mouthed, focusing his eyes on her lips. Now even a deeper shade of red just like her cheeks.

...Finally, she was starting to catch on!

“I don’t want this. I don’t want you. You are a killer!” she retorted.

“I may be a killer, but that doesn’t mean it’s the only thing I can be. The only thing I am!” he retaliated. “And you Claire, will come to appreciate that!”

With his telekinesis he held her in place, as he unbuttoned the rest of her shirt exposing her pink bra. “How fitting!” he murmured as he started to work on her jeans.

“Please stop!! Please let me go!” she pleaded, tears starting to form in her eyes.

“Not just yet!” he continued, until she was left in her bra and matching panties.

His eyes “devoured” her and Claire realized that West, though he said he loved her and wanted her, had never looked at her like that. instinctively inhaled, watching him watching her.

He carefully unbuttoned his shirt, never ceasing to look in her eyes. Claire was shocked she didn’t look away. She blamed it on his telekinetic grip. But she wasn’t so sure anymore.

West wasn’t so deliciously masculine and though she didn’t want to admit it, it was different with a man than it was with a boy.
She focused on the hairs on his chest and followed their trail that kept going down and inside his jeans.

He followed her stare and was deeply satisfied.

“See Claire? It isn’t that bad, is it?” he asked her, leaning closer to her, so close that his lips were only an inch from hers.

“Kiss me!” he ordered her and she obeyed. She kissed his upper lip, tenderly, the only way she knew and was startled when he opened his mouth and started searching for her tongue.

Her slightly parted lips were invaded by his tongue, which licked them and then found its way into her warm mouth. She was surprised to feel the warmth of his mouth. So wet, warm and confident.

There was no tenderness about him invading her senses. She could feel him explore her mouth, briefly returning to kiss and slightly bite her lips until she responded in a way she didn’t know she could.

She parted her lips even more so that he could deepen his kiss. And he gladly did.

His scent was indescribable. It was like a scent she already knew, like a scent hidden deeply inside her, just waiting to come out and mate with her own.

“We are a perfect match!” she thought and she immediately felt guilty about how quickly West left her thoughts.

“It’s his grip, his telekinesis. He is doing something to me!” she thought to herself, trying to ease her guilt. “It’s his grip!”

It was only then - that he stopped kissing her - that she realized she had said that out loud.

“Is that what you think Claire? That I somehow magically forced you to kiss me back?” He took his hands off her, and she suddenly felt so empty.

“See for yourself. You are free to leave, Claire. Free to stop anytime you want.”

She briefly looked at him, licking her lips nervously, wanting to never let his taste exit her mouth. She tried to move her hand and realized she could. She could move this whole time.

It was only that she didn’t want to move, what kept her from running away.

“Do you want to leave Claire?” ha asked her, his gaze never leaving her lips.
“You are free to go…if that’s what you want!”

He never stopped smiling. He was so sure of himself. He knew he had her. Claire wished she could find the strength to get out of the car that very moment, but she couldn’t.

She wasn’t ready to leave him. She just stayed there, motionless against the back seat.

He chuckled. “Not this time! You won't have an alibi!”

With a quick move he was laying on the back seat and she was on top of him.
“This time you will make the move!” he challenged her. He moved closer to her, still not touching her. “Do it Claire! Undress me!” he whispered in her ear.

As if she were hypnotized she obeyed, taking off his belt and unbuttoning his pants.
Her hands weren’t shaking.
God, what was wrong with her? This man was responsible for so many deaths.

He had tried to kill her, but there they were making out on the back seat of a limo?

She touched his chest, slowly moving her hands until she was touching his nipples. She leaned to kiss them slowly, tasting them with her tongue, just flicking it over them one at a time.

She heard him breathe heavier and she smiled content. So, it wasn’t just a game for him either. He really wanted her.

He slid off his jeans and remained only in his boxers. She led her hands lower, over his belly button and over his boxers.

She could feel him.

He was burning, vibrating. She was quick to remove her hands.

“You don’t have to be afraid, Claire. I am not going to do anything you don’t want me to do!” he whispered in her ear, out of breath himself too.

“I shouldn’t even want you to!” she muttered. “But I do!” she admitted.
“It was you, wasn’t it? All those days and nights. Close to me but still at a distance…? Watching me? Observing me? Like a predator lurking, stalking its prey!?

“Yes!” he mouthed, as he felt her hands close in on his neck, tightening their grip around it.

“It was you, never leaving me alone, not even when I slept alone in my room?”

“Especially when you slept alone in your room!” he managed to say before she kissed him with all the desire which had been building inside her for so long. All that desire she wasn’t sure where it was leading her before this very moment.

Their kiss was deep, lasting. They only paused to take a breath before enjoying each other’s taste once again.

“You don’t know what torture it was for me, Claire. Knowing that what I wanted, what I yearned for; was one feet away from me!
And I could wake you up and take you right there. Taste you, feel you, smell you!”

“Why didn’t you? Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“Because you weren’t ready, Claire! You just weren’t ready, and I am old enough not to rush this. Rush you.

I am not an adolescent, Claire.
What I feel lasts.
It’s not an infatuation.
I always know what I want.
I always know how to get it and where!” he emphasized.

She moaned softly as he buried his face in her bosom, kissing the soft skin between her breasts. He grinned almost happily, listening to her heart beating as fast as his. They were synchronized it seemed. Such a perfect match.

He undid her bra and just marveled at the beauty it kept hidden. It was even more perfect than he had imagined. What he kept imagining every night alone in his room.

Yes, he felt like a schoolboy but he could act like a man. A man in love, a gentleman. He wasn’t going to rush this. There was no need to.

He caressed her body and her softness amazed him. Everything about her amazed him and it wasn’t long until she was breathing heavily, pressing her body against his, inviting him, welcoming his touch everywhere.

He traced a path between her breasts, over her belly and slowly between her legs, where she felt just as hot as he did for her.

He never stopped kissing her on her mouth, her cheeks, the side of her neck, her nipples. He wanted her to enjoy this as much as he did. Make it even more special that it was for him, because she needed it.

It was her first time and it had to be with him, it had to be special.

And it had to be him making it special.

She had put her trust in him, she had let go of herself and placed it in his hands. He couldn’t let her down.

His hand continued to rub her where she needed to feel him and she was starting to press her pelvis against his hand. She engulfed his hand between her legs and facilitated his touch.

She mimicked his movement, his rhythm.

She was almost ready. He could feel it.
Soon he would be able to enter her.
Feel her in a way no man or boy ever did.
He never stopped teasing her with his hand as he whispered in her ear.

“Are you ready, Claire? Do you want this? Do you want me to?” he asked, praying she would say yes, but not really sure she wouldn’t back down at the last minute, tearing him apart.

"Yes! Oh, God, yes!" she moaned, paralyzed by his touch. The feel of his skin, his loving.

He didn’t need to hear anything else.
It was what he wanted, what he needed.
He had to feel her.
Be inside her, move inside her.
Make her his, make her see that he was hers too.

He forced himself slow down. He didn’t want to hurt her.
She had to love this as much as he loved it!
It had to be her best experience ever, erasing every other encounter from her mind.

Every other relationship even if it wasn’t “completed”.
He wanted to erase West and Zack..Everyone, friends and lovers.

He wanted to be the one. The only one!

He entered her carefully, making sure she was relaxed. He kept staring at her face.
Even the tiniest of grimaces would be enough to scar him forever.
It had to be beautiful. And it was.

Her expression never changed.

She kept her eyes closed, savoring the moment. Apparently, there was no pain, not much of it anyways.

That made him bolder. He withdrew and entered her again, as carefully as the first time.

The only sounds he could hear were her frantic heartbeat and her soft cries.

He moved inside her, trying not to lose himself. He could feel himself stretching her, but she was wet, so wet that there was no pain.

But he needed to know, he needed to hear it from her lips.

“Are you okay, Claire?”

She nodded “yes”, but it didn’t satisfy him. It had to be verbal.

“Tell me, whisper to me!” he pleaded. He wanted to sound more confident, pushy even, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t fake that anymore.

He was not the same when he was with her. He was vulnerable. Sensitive. Sensitive to her needs.

“Yes, please don’t stop!” she whispered.

He smiled, sweat trickling from his forehead. He kept moving inside her. Slowly, then faster. Softly, then harder. Alternating his rhythm, his intensity.

He had been with women before. He knew how to please. But something told him that Claire was different. Sure, she hadn’t discovered or explored her femininity yet, but it was there and it only took an experienced man to tell exactly how she wanted to be loved.

It only took an experienced man that was in love with her.

He kept kissing her neck, whispering to her. And she responded inaudibly or with soft moans and whimpers.

She kept her eyes closed.

He didn’t like this.
He stopped moving.
After only some brief moments, she opened her eyes, surprise and longing in them.

“Please don’t stop! Show me how to love!” she mouthed.
“Don't close your eyes. I want to see them when I make you come!” he stated.

And she did. He continued moving inside her, looking in her eyes.

Every feeling, every emotion, every sensation showing on them, better than it would, if she would have spoken.

They climaxed together and it was the most exhilarating and magical feeling he had ever had.

He didn’t think they could do it. It was her first time.

Then again, they were perfect for each other. Made for each other. He knew it from the beginning. Perfectly synchronized.

She screamed his name and it made him feel complete, maybe for the first time in his life.

“Sylar”.
Not “Gabriel” or anything else. She gave him her body, knowing exactly who he was. Not holding any false conceptions or ideas about who she was making love with.

She knew he was dangerous.
She knew he was deadly, but still she wanted this. She wanted him.
She was his forever.

He wrapped his arms around her.

He held her tightly and in that moment he understood what happiness stood for.
What happiness was.

They remained like that until their breathing grew slow and easy. Till both of them felt ready to part. It was with effort that he let her go of his embrace. She looked up at him and into his brown eyes and smiled.

It was a simple smile but in it Sylar saw the promise of a new beginning. The promise of devotion.
It was all he wanted. She was his now. No one could take her away from him.
He’d like to see anyone try it.

“I have to go to class!” she simply said, avoiding his look. Her heart kept beating like crazy inside her chest, though. He knew she didn’t want to leave him.

“Do you have to?” he pressed, pouting.


“I do, you know I do! My dad will go crazy if he finds out I skipped class!” she bent to catch her bra which was on the other side of the seat and in her attempt, she came on top of him again.

“See? You say that, but then you do something like that!” he teased her.

“Nope. Big no! Just took my bra!” she tittered clasping it into place.
She put on her blouse and then her expression grew stern.

She looked around and her expression changed into one of confusion.
“I’m pretty sure I was wearing pants when I got in!”

“And I’m pretty sure I can find them.. Given time!” he sniggered.

She threw him a glare.
“You are not serious! You want me to go ‘all crazy’ on you?”

“Rawr!” she growled, moving closer to him till she bit his neck.

“Ouch!” he pretended he felt something different than delight.
"You know I could give you money to buy a new pair? I 'd really like to keep these ones!"


Abruptly she sat up and looked at him serious.
“Could someone please give me my pants back?”
“And when I say someone, I mean you!”


“Sure!
Always!” he started.
“And when I say ‘always’, I mean forever!” he stated.

And Claire knew exactly what he meant. As she put on her jeans and took her bag, getting out of the car, she knew she meant it too.



~ Fin ~