Villians

A/N: I saw the Season Three premiere today and felt compelled to write this. I read a lot of stories on AFF but have never written a sexual story, so wish me luck, and reviews are appreciated!
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It was like somebody had filled a bucket with ice cold water and splashed it over her, drenching her and freezing her. The television had been on the news channel for most of the morning, the obviously bored anchorman tediously reciting the headlines as if it were some kind of punishment. "The Prime Minister of the United Kingdom greeted the President today at the annual Global Climate Change Debate. 'Insignificant individuals may seem insignificant, but they can change the world.' was the President's motivating speech today."

Everything had appeared to be perfectly usual, until breaking news came in and suddenly the anchorman announced that Nathan Petrelli had been shot, and this is what had given Claire the drenched-in-cold-water feeling. Her body had gone numb. It felt hollow on the inside but prickly on the outside, like when all the blood leaves your arm and it feels all funny. It was not a pleasant feeling, and as soon as Claire recovered from the initial shock, she grabbed the phone and dialled Peter's mobile phone number.

There was a crackle and then Peter's familiar, calming voice floodedthrough the earpiece. "Hello?" he said loudly with the manner of somebody in a place so loud he coukd hardly hear himself. Indeed, in the background, Claire could hear commotion and ambulance sirens.

"It's Claire!" she shouted, feeling slightly foolish afterwards but too anxious to care at the time being. She could almost hear Peter biting his lip, the muscles in his arm tensing as he resigned to talking to his dying brother's daughter.

"So you heard--?"

"Yes, of course! How is he?"

"He's..." He trailed off, and she couldn't tell if it was deliberate or not. It didn't sound good either way, almost like he was dead, or on the verge of being dead. She wanted to help, but she couldn't - or could she?

"If we give him some of my blood--" she began to say quickly, eager to help Nathan and save him. She had thought her idea was perfect, as it had worked before; albeit not with her consent. She was surprised when Peter caught her short and refused.

"No." he said firmly, then hesitated. "You want to help? Come to the hospital, it'll only be about ten more minutes until we're there. Can you meet us?"

"I'll be there in eight minutes." she confirmed confidently, hanging up the phone and leaving immediately. She was out of the house so quickly she forgot her jacket and began to shiver in the blue blouse she'd hastily buttoned up before leaving. She threw on the first things she say, which resulted in wearing red lingerie under her clothes, which caused her face to glow a similar shade as she realised it showed through the clothes. When she got to the hospital, she was disappointed to not see Peter or Nathan, so she searched quickly for signs pointing to the ER entrance for ambulances, and when she got there did she saw Peter standing by the automated entrance. His face was...different somehow, she thought, and he looked at her oddly, scanning her up and down and lingering his eyes on her chest much more than she thought was necessary.

"Where's Nathan?" she blurted out, embarassed and anxious. Peter's eyes flitted up to meet hers and she blushed deeply. Did his intense eyes always carry those burning glows as he stared at her, as if he saw through all the façades to see her exposed naked to him? Did she always feel like she was melting like chocolate when their eyes met? No, these were new sensations and she felt curious and confused simultaneously, and almost jumped when Peter spoke.

"He's inside. He was shot twice." he said, and she switched back to reality. She scolded herself for drifting off while her father was seriously injured.

"I'm sorry, I got here as fast as I could--"

"Don't worry, you were as fast as you could be." His eyes moved down to her chest again and she blushed an even deeper crimson as she realised he could see her red lingerie. She crossed her arms across her chest to try and hide it and he looked back up. "Come on, let's go in and try to find a seat in the waiting room."

She nodded and they entered the hospital. White washed walls and shining floors were so bright they could blind and young children played with building blocks in the waiting area, which had no free seats. "Hang on, there are no free seats." Claire said.

"You know what? You're right." Peter said, and taking her hand led her to a store closet. "Come in here real quick." he murmured.

Claire entered the closet, which was cramped and dark. She looked around for seats to take back to the waiting area, but saw none. She turned to Peter, who looked her in the eyes in a melting-inducing fashion again. Claire shivered.

"Are you cold, Claire?" Claire almost gasped in surprise as she heard Peter's voice. It had taken on a certain quality, a huskiness she estimated. Claire nodded.

"Yes, I forgot--" Claire didn't finish her sentence as Peter quickly and suddenly leaned forwards and captured her mouth in his. Claire's eyes widened with surprise, but she did nothing to stop the illicit kiss. She moaned quietly as she felt Peter's tongue stroke her lips and slip inside them, carressing her tongue. She moaned louder and kissed back, pushing her tongue against his. He raised his hands to the back of her head and pushed her face closer to his. Then, as abruptly as it started, Claire broke the kiss, gasping for breath.

"What the hell was that?" she asked, still gasping. Peter smirked.

"That would be a kiss. I'd give you another demonstration but your...father probably wouldn't approve." Completely ignoring his words, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into another kiss, their tongues dancing together and their bodies grew close together and hot. Claire moaned as she felt Peter's hardened length poke her throw the layers of fabric between them. She ground her hips against his crotch gently and he moaned and thrust his crotch forward. Claire smiled into Peter's lips.

"You know this is wrong." he murmured, his hands tracing the sides of her body, the curvacious shapes that made her body irresistible.

"You know I don't care." she murmured back as Peter's hands moved to her breasts and caressed her soft, warm mounds. She moaned loudly and he felt her nipples harden through her clothes. He slowed unbuttoned her blouse and discarded it, before she did likewise with his shirt. She reached for his belt and undid it quickly, pulling down his jeans and slipping her small, perfect hands into his boxers, causing him to gasp loudly. She grinned and slowly began to pump his penis, causing him to moan her name and thrust his crotch hard into her hand. He quickly pulled down her pants and threw her red thong away before getting down on his knees and moving his head down onto her vagina. She threw her head back and cried his name quickly as his Tongue carressed her clit and fell backwards onto a woven basket full of unwashed linen. Claire wound her hands into Peter's hair as he continued to lick at her sensitive spots, flicking his tongue inside her folds occassionally to her encouragement as she tugged his hair and moaned loudly. Eventually, with a sweeping flick of the Tongue, she threw her head back and screamed Peter's name, closing her thighs around his head as her juices flooded out and invaded his mouth. She held him there a minute longer, before releasing him and allowing him tobtske a seat himself. He spread open his legs and gestured at his hard seven inch dick.

"Care to return the favour?" he said, and she looked at his penis with a mixture of doubt and awe. She doubted she could take the whole thing in her mouth, but damn if she didn't want to try. Getting on her knees and placing her head between his legs, she looked up to see Peter smile in encouragement. Again, she thought he looked odd, but banished thoughts of that and considered how she was going to fit her uncle's Ultimate Behemoth down her throat. She grabbed the base of the penis and licked it up and down, paying special attention to the head which she circled twice with the tip of her tongue; which was good, if Peter's moaning and stiffening were anything to go by. Feeling pro-active, the put just the head of his member into her mouth and sucked hard, a minor thing which made Peter thrust his crotch forward with a help and grab Claire's blonde hair, causing another inch of dick to slide into her hot, tight mouth. She moaned and slid some more in slowly. Peter tightened his grip on her hair and thrust his prick further in with no mercy. She let out a small scream and moaned loudly. Peter pulled her off and thrust his dick back in; slowly at first and building up pace until he was fucking his face with more gusto than he'd ever summoned at once. He let out a long strangled help and Claire moaned, sliding her tongue around his prick to tease him into orgasm; having her face fucked was not as pleasant as being licked out was, and was started to get tired. Eventually, with three powerful thrusts and Claire's name being screamed, Peter came, pumping thick, creamy cum into Claire's eager mouth. She quickly swallowed it, licking the excess off Peter's dripping rod and got up.

"Well, that was...fun." Claire said, grinning, rubbing the odd droplet of ejaculate off her chin.

"It's over already? I didn't even see your breasts." She winked at him. "What's with the lingerie anyway? Were you trying to seduce me?"

"Of course not." Another wink. "Now let's go find Nathan. I'm satisfied this way, but I'm still anxious."

"Right." he said, and again his face looked odd. It looked for a moment like there was a scar running down his face, but then it was gone. A trick of the light? She didn't like where this was going. She followed Peter down into the private wards.