Fic for a Request
a/n - Written by request for (Sylar/Claire, voyeurism, in a Company cell) - I hope you enjoy! It started turning into an actual story rather than a PWP, so sorry if it's a bit long.
Claire double checks the IV bag in her hand one last time before punching the access code on the door panel. As soon as she hears the faint click of the lock disengaging, she pushes the door open and strides into the cell. Before she can turn to close the door behind her, Elle waves at her and closes it for her.
Tied to his chair, the prisoner has also been restrained with a straightjacket and leg chains, and someone had been thoughtful enough to stick a ball gag in his mouth. Thick squares of cotton have been taped in place over his eyes, and although Sylar can’t see her, he still jumps when she enters the room, fighting against his bonds.
She doesn’t say a word, just walks slowly across the room, each footstep falling heavy on the linoleum, the click of her high heels echoing through the room. Sylar struggles in his chair, but the gag just muffles whatever he’s trying to yell at her, turning the words into angry grunts and growls.
“Oh, that’s no way to be, sweetheart.” Claire leans down over the chair, close enough that she’s sure he can smell her perfume. He jumps again, trying to pull loose from his restraints, groaning as the memory hits him.
Rose perfume making him want to sneeze; even her hair smells like roses. Roses and blood, his favorite scent.
She notices the movements, and hears the low groan. “I take it you remember me, after all. So glad to know I’m not so easily forgotten.”
Claire screaming, voice like honey dripping off of shards of broken glass. Body pinned against the wall, hands wrapped around the smooth skin of her throat, her eyes wide as she stares at him.
“Stop messing around and get to it!” Elle yells through the intercom. “This is boring!”
Claire turns around to glare at what she knows is a two-way mirror, but she knows Elle has a point. They’ve only got so much time before Bob or one of the other higher-ups realize that they’re down in the cell block. She steps over to the IV stand, and makes quick work of switching out the bag with the one she’s brought in with her. Sylar makes more grunting noises, and she knows it’s killing him to not know what’s going on.
“Don’t worry, darling, just changing your IV. A fresh bag of antibiotics, with a few extra little treats in it. How is your back today? That nasty bullet hole healing well?” Claire tries to sound as menacing as possible.
Blood, tears, smell of sex heavy in the room, and still the smell of roses overpowers everything; then the acrid smoke of gunpowder as angry shouts and the fire in his back force him to realize that he’s been shot.
Walking back over so that she’s standing in front of him, she almost drops the act for just a second, wanting to tenderly touch his face, but she remembers where she is and who’s watching. “Oh, do you want to know what sort of goodies you’re getting?” she asks as she trails her fingers down his cheek and onto his arm, hoping he can feel her touch through the straight jacket. By the way she can feel his muscles tense under her touch, she knows he can. He shakes his head yes, he wants to know, and she sends a smirk in Elle’s direction. “Oh, a bit of this, a bit of that. Something to take the edge off a bit, let you have a little fun. A little GHB, a little valium, and oh! I know what I forgot to add - the Viagra! Give me just a minute.”
Standing’s not going to work for this little stunt, so she takes a small step forward, and then holding onto his shoulders for stability, Claire carefully lowers herself onto his squirming body until she’s straddling his lap. She’s thrilled to find out that his chair is strong enough to support them both. She loops one arm around his neck, playing with the fine hairs on the nape of his neck and the tie on the gag, and uses her other hand to undo two buttons on her shirt. Pulling a small pill out of her bra, she pops it into her mouth, trapping it between her cheek and her tongue. She finally gets the gag untied, and pulls it free. Before he can start yelling or talking, she leans forward and presses a kiss against his lips.
He immediately responds, deepening the kiss, then pulls back. She presses closer to him, and kisses him again and slipping him the pill into his mouth with her tongue before he can disengage again; he tries to bite her as soon as she slips her tongue into his mouth. One of her hands finds the waistband of his pants, and she reaches inside to grasp him gently. As soon as she starts to twist her hand slightly, he bucks up against her, almost instantaneously hard. He can’t help but swallow hard when she teases him with light touches following firm bold strokes.
Claire breaks the kiss as soon as she’s sure he’s swallowed the pill, then scrambles off his lap, leaving his pants loosened and pooling around his hips, erection poking out from under the material. “Later, babe. It’s been fun.” She knows he won’t say anything immediately, so she’s counting off each step as she heads for the door. It’s on step five that he finally calls out “Wait.”
“Need something?”
“I really fucking hate you right now.”
She laughs. “Love you too.” It sounds sarcastic, and she knows that’s how Elle will take it, but she also knows that he’ll know better.
“Can you…?” He squirms in the chair slightly.
This time she does laugh. “Can I… what? Can I… hmm… what could I do for you, I wonder.”
Elle hits the intercom again. “I think he wants you to suck him off.”
“Now why would I want to do that?” Claire asks as she takes another step towards the door.
“Don’t leave me like this!” Sylar yells at her.
“Now, that’s not very polite.” She chides him, but she does turn around and heads back to him. “I want to hear a ‘please’, I want you to beg.”
“Go to hell.”
“Good enough.” It’s not even a blink of an eye before she’s on her knees in front of him, pulling at his pants to get them even further down.
“Claire, scoot to the side, I can’t see.” Elle whines.
She rests her head on his thigh for a second, whispering “God, I hate that girl” into his skin, knowing that he’ll hear her even though it was too quiet for the cameras to pick up. She presses a soft kiss against his inner thigh, then moves her lips onto the tip of his cock. He fights against his restraints again, and she realizes that he’s trying to get free so that he can wrap a hand in her hair in order to direct her movements. With a practiced movement, she lets him slide further into her mouth, being careful not to accidentally scrape her teeth against him.
He tries to lift his hips enough to control the movement, so she pulls back all the way. “Stop that. I’m in charge here.”
“Really fucking hate you.” He would almost be believable if his voice wasn’t shaking, and if he hadn’t moaned at the same time.
Claire starts her motions again, chuckling at his words, then humming as he eagerly responds to the interesting vibrations against his sensitive skin. She alternates between the hum and then hollowing her cheeks and sucking hard, but she’s careful not to push him too far. When she slides further on him, she takes him all the way, deep-throating him as best as she can, then when she pulls back, she makes sure to use plenty of tongue along the sensitive underside, loving the way he can’t stop groaning and panting. When she feels him starting to tense, she immediately squeezes his balls and lets him escape her mouth with a loud wet ‘pop’.
“Fuck, Claire!” His head falls back and hit hard against the chair. “You’re trying to kill me.”
“Oh, do you want me to stop? I mean, I just didn’t want you coming to soon, since I was about to straddle you again, let you fuck me. I’ll just go now then.”
“Guh.”
“Well, that was intelligent. Was that a ‘please, stay’ or a ‘go away, far far away’?” She leans close enough to whisper in his ear, but makes it loud enough for Elle to hear too. “Do you want to know a secret? I forgot to put on panties this morning.”
His response is immediate, both verbally and physically. “Please. Stay.”
“Do you want to see? Oh, that’s right.” She pauses for a minute, as if she’s contemplating her actions, then pulls the medical tape off as gently as she can before knocking off the cotton pads. His eyes slowly open, then he blinks in the harsh light of the cell. She waits until he stops blinking, then performs a slow striptease, undoing each button of her shirt before pulling it off and dropping her skirt, proving she hadn’t been lying early. She runs a hand along her side, showcasing her curves, then asks “Do you want me?”
Claire doesn’t bother waiting for a response before straddling his lap again, letting his cock brush against her. She does a quick shimmy, a hint of a lap dance, then positions herself and slowly drops down onto his cock. She can’t help but moan at how big he seems, bigger than she remembers. She leans against his chest, kissing his neck before gently working at his ear. “Act like I’m biting you.”
He obligingly yelps.
She sets a slow pace, lifting herself almost all the way then sliding back down. It feels so good she’s almost unable to pay attention to the plan. “Good boy. Elle wants to see you get hurt, so play it up. Now, here’s the plan. Give Elle a good show; distract her from realizing I’m undoing your bonds. The drugs I put in the IV should help; they’re supposed to block the curare. By the way, that was just a kids chewable vitamin I slipped you. Are you powers coming back yet? Yell if they are.” She mimics biting him again as she curls her fingers around his shoulders, as if she’s sinking her claws into him.
“Fuck, that hurts!” Sylar yells. “Do it again!”
“Okay, lover boy, calm it down some. Elle’s easily distracted, not stupid.” She shifts on his lap slightly, causing him to brush up against her G-spot; there’s nothing calculated about her sudden scream when he rolls his hips, hitting it again. She gives up on trying to tell him what to do and when, deciding to focus just on the feeling of him moving inside her. Remembering an old trick of hers, she flutters her inner muscles around him, causing him to gasp out curses again as his eyes darken in lust.
She leans into him again, loving the way the rough canvas of his straightjacket feels against her nipples. It’s not as good as having him play with them, but it’s the best that she can do at the moment. As she writhes against him, she slyly sneaks one hand behind his back, trying to undo the ties. The first buckle makes a faint metallic clacking when she gets it undone, and she freezes for a second, worried Elle had heard.
There’s no response over the speaker, and Elle hasn’t hit the alarm system, so she thinks that Elle must be too preoccupied by the floor show to have noticed. As soon as she gets the last buckle undone, she gets to work on pulling the IV loose from where it snakes into the jacket. When she rips it out of his arm, Sylar yells for real; she’s shocked to find out that he must enjoy pain when it’s enough to trigger his orgasm. He doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he’s free from the jacket; his arms fly up to wrap around her hips, pulling her down on him at a rapid pace that has her seeing stars in a matter of seconds.
Her scream of release blends in with the sudden blare of the alarms going off as Elle finally realizes the deception and hits the panic button. Leg chains melting away to nothing, Sylar stands, lifting her with him since he’s still inside her, and claims her mouth in another heated kiss. She doesn’t even realize his hands are coming up around her neck until it’s too late; she doesn’t even have time to think before the world goes dark with a sharp crack.
- - - - - - - - - -
She wakes when Bob throws a cup full of water on her, finding that someone had carried her into Bob Bishop’s office and clothed her in a prisoner’s jumpsuit while she was unaware. He immediately returns to his desk, ignoring her.
After fifteen minutes of absolute silence as she fidgets in her chair while he finishes some paperwork, Bob finally lifts his head and gives her a look that just scream ‘I’m so disappointed in you, young lady’. He shakes his head and sighs, before finally addressing her. “So, Claire, would you like to try to explain what happened?”
“A slight miscalculation.” She’d love to slap that look off his face, but that would make it a bit harder to appear like an innocent victim. Since she’s still stuck here, she’s got to continue to stay on Bob’s good side. She can’t believe Sylar had left her like this.
“A miscalculation?” His voice goes up in pitch on each syllable. “Young lady, you let a psychopathic monster loose, and he killed everyone he came across on his way out - and we don’t have any way of tracking him back down!”
“Ooops?” Claire tries to sound contrite, but fails miserable. “Didn’t think that would happen.”
There’s a vein on Bob’s head that’s starting to visibly pulse; she wonders if it bursts, if counts as a kill for her or for Sylar. “What exactly did you think would happen? I’ve seen the video, Claire, and I have to say - I never expected that from you! What were you thinking?”
She tries to look as innocent and frail as possible. “I just wanted a little payback. I was just going to slap him, but Elle convinced me to do that instead. She thought it would embarrass and demoralize him. That, and she wanted to watch.”
“Elle? My Elle? Well, that might explain one or two things about the way we found her body, actually.” Bob takes off his glasses and starts rubbing them with a tissue; it’s a tribute to how stressed he is that he doesn’t notice the fine sheet of gold tissue form between his fingers. “And payback for what?”
“You know.” Claire purposefully lets a blush stain her cheeks. “How you caught him the first time.”
Bob gives her a sharp look. “Like I said, payback for what? You’re not fooling anyone, Claire. I know exactly what was going on when we found him with you; we both do. Almost everyone here knows. We called it ‘rape’ because I owe Noah Bennet and Angela Petrelli a few favors, and because it would look so bad for an agent of your experience to sleep with her assignment. No, what I think happened is that everything went exactly to your plan - except for when he broke your neck and left you here. You purposefully set him loose. Let me tell you, missy, someone’s going to have to pay - and that’s going to be you.”
Just as she opens her mouth to retort, the alarms start going off again. She doesn’t even try to hide her smile; he’d come back for her. Bob blanches to a shade of white that she’s never seen again, and the smile widens. When the door breaks down, and Sylar strides into the room, the smile turns into a wicked little smirk. Maybe she hadn’t miscalculated so badly, after all.
“Miss me, babydoll?” He asks as he pins a shaking, trembling Bob to the wall.
"Always.