Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Pairing: Claire/Nathan/Peter (canon)
Summary: Sequel to Never Let You Go (Nathan/Peter). Nathan takes Peter to see Claire.
Warnings: Incest - brotherly, uncle/niece and some father/daughter, as well as sex with a minor. A little Claire/West.
Spoilers: through 2x03 "Kindred"
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Tim Kring et al.
Feedback: Yes please! It makes me happy and keeps me writing.
Thanks to apckrfan and prylliepwns for the beta.
x-posted: heroes_fic, mature_heroes, paire_love, petrelli_ot3
Nathan had rented a suite at the Hilton. He opened the door and allowed Claire to enter first. She was impressed by the large room with the king size bed off in one corner and the sofa and chairs in the other corner.
"Very nice," she said, dropping her gym bag on the bed.
"I'm glad you approve," Nathan dryly said, eyes frantically searching the room for some evidence that he and Peter were sharing the room.
After wandering around the room, exploring, Claire picked up her bag again and announced, "I'm gonna change back into my real clothes," and headed for the bathroom.
Nathan and Peter both let out sighs of relief when she was gone. Peter pulled Nathan as far from the bathroom door as he could get.
"Why didn't you tell me she was hot?" Peter whispered.
Nathan raised an eyebrow at his brother's question. "Because she's my daughter," he sarcastically replied.
"Are you sure that her crush on me was one-sided?" Peter asked. "Because what I'm feeling right now is not right for an uncle to feel about his niece."
"You're lusting after my sixteen-year-old daughter?" Nathan asked, trying to sound upset, but he couldn't really blame Peter. He was having a difficult time not noticing how beautiful his biological daughter was too.
"Not on purpose," Peter said. "I can't really help it though."
"Just, don't let her see it, please," Nathan begged. "Don't give her hope that you might be interested in her. She's family."
"That didn't seem to bother you so much when we were in Ireland," Peter pointed out.
"That's different," Nathan said. "We're brothers."
"How is it that different? Aside from the fact that Claire's a girl," Peter wanted to know. If it was okay to fuck Nathan, why couldn't he fuck Claire too?
"She's only sixteen," Nathan reminded his brother. He knew this was a losing battle though.
"And from what you've told me, she's been through a hell of a lot more than most teenagers," Peter rebutted.
"What are you two whispering about over there?" Claire asked, setting her bag on the floor outside the bathroom. They both turned to look at her, eyes taking in how snugly her shirt fit her and how nicely her jeans formed to her legs.
"Nothing," they answered at the same time.
Claire eyed them warily, but went to sit on the couch nonetheless.
Nathan cleared his throat and with a warning look at Peter, went to sit in one of the chairs by Claire. "So, tell me what's wrong with that boy."
Claire sighed and slouched back. "There's nothing wrong with him. At least nothing more than what's wrong with any of us."
"What do you mean?" Peter asked, sitting next to her, ignoring Nathan's frown at his choice of seating.
"He-he's like us. Special," Claire admitted.
Peter's eyes widened with surprise. "What can he do?" he asked.
"Is that the only reason you're with him?" Nathan asked at the same time.
Claire rolled her eyes. "No, that's not the only reason I'm with him. But it is nice, having someone my own age who knows what it's like being different from everyone else." When it looked like Peter was going to repeat his question, she quietly added, "He, um, he can fly."
Peter's eyes snapped to Nathan, who sat up straighter. "He can what?"
"Fly," Claire said, throwing her hands up. "He can fly."
"You're dating a boy who has the same power as your father?" Peter asked.
"When you put it like that it sounds icky," Claire said, making a face.
"But it's what you're doing," Nathan said.
"It's so cool though. When he got me to admit what I could do, he flew us to this deserted beach so that we could talk. It was incredible being able to talk openly with someone my age about this stuff," Claire told them. "And he doesn't fly like you do, Nathan. He goes much slower."
Nathan frowned, feeling like his virility was being insulted. Instead he asked, "You went to a deserted beach with a boy you hardly know?"
Claire looked to Peter, exasperated. "Help me out here?"
"You went to a beach with a boy you barely know who has the same power as your father?" Peter asked her.
Claire lightly punched Peter. "You're supposed to be on my side. It's not like he took me there to make out with me. Even though that's what happened."
"What?" Nathan and Peter exclaimed.
"Jeez, cut it out, guys. You're acting all jealous. And not in the way I'm used to," Claire pouted.
"What else have you done with that boy?" Nathan demanded.
"Um, that's none of your business," Claire said, sitting up straight and crossing her arms over her chest.
"Like hell it isn't," Nathan said. "If he's trying to take advantage of you…"
"Relax, Nathan. I can take care of myself," Claire said. "I crashed the car of the last boy who tried to force himself on me, with us in it. Then my dad had his memories erased. He didn't even know his own name, let alone how to play football by the time I was done with him."
All Peter heard was that someone had forced himself on Claire. "He…you were…"
Claire cut him off before he could finish. "No, he didn't rape me. He would have, but he kind of killed me before he got that far. I woke up on an autopsy table, my chest cut open, after they pulled the branch that killed me out of my brain."
Nathan moved over to sit beside Claire. "That must have been awful for you."
"It really, really was. And there wasn't anyone I could talk to about it." Claire sniffled.
Peter pulled Claire into his arms and she rested her head on his chest.
"While I was in the hospital, after the car crash, I told my dad what happened though. He took it better than I thought. He's always trying so hard to protect me though. Sometimes it just gets to be too much pressure."
"I'm glad he was able to be there for you," Nathan said, rubbing Claire's back. "I'm sure that he's still just trying to keep you safe. I don't want to see you get into a situation like that again with this boy you're sneaking around with now. He doesn't seem like the kind of boy who will take no for an answer for too long."
Claire mirthlessly laughed. "You have no idea."
"Has he…?" Peter started to ask.
"No, he hasn't tried anything like that. He just didn't stop bugging me until I admitted what I really am to him, though. He wouldn't let me ignore him," Claire said.
"Just be careful," Peter cautioned. "He seems like he could be pushed too far very easily."
"I know," Claire acknowledged.
They were all silent for a few minutes, all lost in their own thoughts. Claire idly ran her fingernail along the seam on the side of Peter's jeans, causing him to shift nervously. His hand that wasn't around her was clenching and unclenching as he debated whether or not to push her away before her teasing touches and warm body caused him to become aroused. Nathan's hand continued its gentle motions over Claire's back, his fingers stretching out to touch Peter's side occasionally.
Claire sighed against Peter and she squeezed him. "I'm so glad you're back, Peter. I really missed you."
Peter rubbed his cheek against the top of her head. "I wish that I could remember you so that I could say that I missed you too."
Claire giggled and pulled back enough to look up at him. "You really don't remember anything about me?"
Peter shook his head, smiling slightly; the smile that melted Claire's heart.
"So you don't remember anything about Homecoming and Sylar and saving me? Or telling me to shoot you and then blowing up?" Claire asked.
"I'm sorry, but there's nothing. Nathan has been filling me in on what's been going on this past year," Peter said.
"I wish you could remember being my hero," Claire said wistfully.
Peter glanced at Nathan, his eyes pleading for something – permission, information, something that would make him the man Claire wanted him to be.
"We both wish Peter could remember who he was before the explosion," Nathan said.
Claire turned her head to look at him. "This must be hard on you too. After all, you've known Peter his whole life and he doesn't remember you either."
Nathan coughed uncomfortably. "Yes, it is a bit frustrating, but we're managing."
"What's it like for you, meeting Nathan and then me?" Claire asked.
"It's been surreal, that's for sure," Peter admitted. "I mean, it's one thing to not know who you are and another to meet people who you're supposed to know and love, but you don't even recognize them. I knew Nathan though. I didn't remember him, per se, but I knew he was important to me, somehow. I could feel that we had a connection. When he showed me your picture, I had the same kind of reaction to you too."
Claire blushed slightly. "You felt our connection? Even without your memory?"
"Yeah, I guess that I did." Peter brushed her hair away from her face, tipping it up to meet her eyes. "I could feel that you were important to me."
Claire smiled. "You're important to me too. When I went to visit you in jail, I felt it right away. We were meant to meet, you know?"
"I think I'm getting it," Peter agreed.
Caught up in the moment, Peter leaned forward and kissed Claire. In that moment, he forgot that he was supposed to be her uncle. The fact that she was kissing him back made it easy to forget.
It was Nathan pulling them apart that forced reality back in. "What the hell do you two think you're doing? Aside from the fact that I'm sitting right here, you're related!"
Claire couldn't say anything, mortified that her bio-dad just watched her kiss her uncle. Her very sexy uncle who she was in love with. She sank back in the couch and covered her face with her hands.
"I'm sorry, Nathan, I couldn't help myself," Peter apologized. He leaned across Claire and gave Nathan a quick peck on the lips. "I know I said that I wouldn't, but it just seemed like the right thing to do."
"Wait a minute," Claire said, looking between the two men. "You were talking about wanting to kiss me?"
"Not exactly," Peter said, flushing.
"Peter," Nathan said, the warning evident in his voice.
"Claire, you know that I don't have any memories of our time together. I don't remember being an uncle to you. When I saw you today, all that I saw was a beautiful girl. I'm sorry."
"You don't need to apologize," Claire said, blushing. "It's also not like you knew me growing up. We didn't even know we were related when you saved my life. We didn't find that out until months later. I've never thought of you as an uncle."
"Claire," Nathan gasped, aghast at what he was hearing. He did not need to know that what he'd guessed was true, that Claire had a crush on Peter.
"Oh, God, Nathan," Claire exclaimed. "I'm sorry. I know that you want us all to be this one big happy family, but I think things are way too screwed up for that. I mean, if Peter hadn't saved me, and if I hadn't run away to find him in New York, your mom probably never would have told you that I was still alive. You can't debate the fact that we don't know each other as family. We're just strangers who met that happen to share some of the same DNA."
"Claire, you have to know that I would have been there for you if I'd known," Nathan said, pleading with his eyes for her to see the truth.
Claire softened her expression. She took his hand in hers. "I know. Meredith I'm not so sure about, but I believe that you would have been there for me if I hadn't been given away and kept a secret. But that doesn't change the fact that I didn't grow up with you as my father and Peter as my uncle."
"So you want me to, what? Just sit back and let you and Peter be together?" Nathan asked.
"Who said that you had to just sit back and watch?" Peter suggested, causing Claire to blush and Nathan to frown.
"You don't mean that you want to… with both of us?" Claire squeaked, bolting off the couch.
"Why not?" Peter shrugged.
"Because he's my father!" Claire blurted out. "And he's your brother."
"So? It's not like I remember any of that. Didn't you just say that we're all just a bunch of people who happen to share some DNA? You didn't grow up with us, so we don't feel like family to you, and I don't have any memories of either of you being family either. Why shouldn't we all be together the way that we obviously want?"
"Why are you talking like Nathan wants that too?" Claire asked.
Nathan looked at the ceiling as Claire's eyes shifted to him, demanding answers. He looked down at his manicured fingernails and tried to avoid her stare.
"Because he does," Peter said, when it looked like Nathan wasn't going to say anything.
Claire continued to look at Nathan, assessing him. Yes, she'd known he was a handsome man. Especially now that he seemed more relaxed. Well, relaxed in general, just not at the moment. She'd never thought of him that way before but maybe…
Moving back to the couch, Claire startled Nathan by sitting on his lap. She looked up into his eyes and quietly asked, "You really want to be with me like that too?"
Nathan swallowed hard and forced himself to look away from her breasts and into her eyes. "Yes," he whispered, hating himself for burdening her like this.
His eyes were closed, so he was shocked to feel Claire's lips gently pressing against his. His eyes flew open, meeting hers, then closed again as he gave in and kissed her properly.
Peter moved closer, resting a hand on each of their shoulders. When they parted, he said, "See, we can be a family like this."
"This is wrong on so many levels," Nathan said, running a hand over Claire's back.
"Are you okay, Claire?" Peter asked, worried by the dazed look on her face.
"It's all a lot to take in," she admitted. "I mean, I never even thought about Nathan this way until just a few minutes ago, and you don't really know who we are, and West is my first real boyfriend, and it's all just a little overwhelming."
"There's no pressure," Nathan assured her. "You're under no obligation to do anything with either of us that you don't 100 percent want to do."
"We'll take things slowly," Peter agreed. "Any time that you want to stop, you just say so and we will."
"Promise?" Claire asked, sliding from Nathan's lap to straddle Peter.
"I promise," Peter said, meeting her eyes.
"Okay," Claire agreed, kissing Peter.
Peter wrapped one arm around Claire, pulling her closer, while cupping her face with his other hand.
Nathan watched them while they kissed, feeling oddly out of place. He wasn't used to feeling second to his baby brother. Whenever a woman had come between them, he'd taken a sick pleasure in being the one that she ended up with. Even if it was just for one night.
As much as he didn't want to, Nathan could see how much Peter and Claire wanted each other; just each other. He had no doubt that Claire would give herself to him, but he didn't want to put her in that position. Especially if she'd never been with a man before. There would be time for him later.
Nathan slowly stood and crossed to the room's desk. He located the hotel stationary and left a quick note to say that he'd be in the hotel bar. He picked up a room key and left his brother and daughter alone.
The sound of the door closing finally pulled Peter and Claire apart.
"What was that?" Claire dazedly asked.
Peter looked around the room and didn't see Nathan anywhere. "I think it was Nathan."
Claire looked around and spotted the note on the bed. She frowned as she stood and picked up the piece of paper. "He said that he wanted to give us some privacy and he'd be in the hotel bar."
Peter moved to stand next to her, settling a hand on her hip. "That was nice of him," Peter commented.
"You don't think that's a little weird. I mean, it's like he's giving us his blessing to sleep together," Claire said.
"He'd pretty much already done that," Peter pointed out. "I think this is his way of trying to make you more comfortable."
"It's just, now it's like we're expected to, you know."
"You think that pressure would be gone if he were here watching? Or wanted to join in?" Peter asked.
"Well, no. I don't know," Claire said, sitting on the bed.
"I meant what I said, nothing has to happen. We can just talk or touch or hold each other or kiss. Whatever you want," Peter said, sitting next to her. "There are no expectations here."
"Come on, I'm sure there are some expectations," Claire chided him.
"Hopes, yes. Expectations, no," Peter assured her. "If you want, we can just take you home. I would never want you to feel pressured into being here alone with me."
"No, I don't want to go," Claire quickly told him. "I like having you back. I especially like kissing you."
"Then let's start there," Peter said, putting words into action.
Claire moaned into the kiss, losing herself in how good it felt to be kissing Peter. She tried not to think about how much better a kisser he was than West. She wasn't going to think about West at all, she told herself. She'd wanted Peter like this since she first laid eyes on him on Homecoming night back in Texas. Who was she to say no when he wanted her too?
Peter subtly maneuvered Claire to lie down, stretching out alongside her. One hand remained on her face while the other slid down to caress her hip. Claire rolled onto her side, pressing the full length of their bodies together, moaning at the contact.
Breaking the kiss, Peter suggested, "Move up the bed."
Claire nodded and did, scooting away from him, only to have Peter follow, pressing her onto her back again. As soon as he could, Peter was kissing her again. He let one of his hands brush against Claire's breast, and when she moaned and arched her back, he cupped her full breast. He could feel her nipple hardening beneath the material of her top and bra.
"Can I take this off?" he asked, fingering the bottom of her shirt.
"Mmm-hmm," Claire agreed, sitting up enough for him to pull the shirt over her head.
"Beautiful," he breathed, slipping her bra off as well.
Claire flushed at the compliment, and the look of naked lust on Peter's face. She'd been afraid that seeing lust in a man's eyes would remind her of Brody, but the look on Peter's face was nothing like his. Peter made her feel loved and wanted.
She reached for him, and Peter bent his head to taste her silken flesh. He nibbled and kissed her collarbone and worked his way to the succulent skin he'd just revealed. His tongue flicked over one of Claire's nipples and she moaned loudly. Peter grinned and proceeded to tease and taste each of her breasts in turn.
Claire writhed under Peter's talented mouth. She'd had guys try to feel her up before, including West, but they'd never gotten her topless. This was something entirely new and she was loving every second of it. She could feel wetness pooling between her thighs and longed for some kind of release from the delicious tension building inside her.
Peter rolled on top of Claire, to give himself better access to her full breasts. Her responses to him were driving him crazy. When Claire started clawing at his shirt, he broke contact with her only long enough to remove it.
One of his legs was wedged between hers and his knee slid up until it met her center. He started to mumble an apology, when Claire started to grind against him. Her breathy moans and rapid breathing clued him in to the fact that she was on the edge of orgasm. He suddenly wanted to see her come more than anything.
Moving back up to kiss her, Peter popped the button on her jeans and lowered the zipper, sliding his hand inside. Claire squeaked in surprise when she realized where Peter's hand was, but one touch to her clit and she really didn't care anymore. She clutched the back of his head as she kissed him harder, her hips helping to guide Peter's fingers against her clit.
Suddenly, Claire's entire body tensed and her thighs closed around Peter's leg, her head dropped back to the pillow, her entire body bowed and she called out Peter's name as her orgasm crashed through her.
Claire lay there panting as she tried to recover her senses. Peter slipped his hand out from her pants and groaned as he licked his fingers clean. He lay next to her, trying to adjust his hard-on as he moved. Watching Claire was nearly enough to make him come too.
When she felt she could finally speak again, Claire turned onto her side to look at Peter. "That was the best thing that I have ever felt in my life," she told him.
Peter chuckled. "It was my pleasure."
"No, it was mine," Claire grinned back at him. She let her fingers roam over his chest as her eyes roamed over his entire body. She couldn't help noticing his erection straining against his pants.
"Isn't that uncomfortable?" she asked, nodding towards his groin.
"A little, yeah," Peter admitted. "But you don't have to worry about it. I just got really turned on by watching you. By bringing you pleasure."
"Can…can I see it?" she shyly asked.
Peter swallowed, hard. "Are you sure?"
Claire thought about it for a second, then nodded. "I'm sure."
Peter lifted his hips and pushed down his jeans and boxers, kicking them off; then he laid back and watched to see what Claire would do.
His erection was standing up, bobbing slightly with his heartbeat. Claire rested her head on his stomach and simply stared at it. Before long, she trailed one hand up his leg and tentatively ran her fingers along his length, causing Peter to hiss at the barely-there touch.
"Is that okay?" Claire asked, alarmed.
"Yeah," Peter said, forcing himself to relax. "Just, wrap your hand around it and stroke harder.
Claire did as he said. "Like this?"
"Yeah, like that. When you get to the top, don't forget to touch there too."
Peter thrust gently into her hand, unable to remain still. When he was getting close, he covered her hand with his, showing her the right pressure he needed to get off.
"Claire, you might want to sit up now," he choked out as he felt the onset of his orgasm.
She immediately sat up, worried. "Why, what's wrong?"
In her worry she squeezed him a little harder, which helped send Peter over the edge. Claire watched fascinated as come spurted out of the head of his cock and landed where her head had been moments before.
"Oh," she simply said, watching Peter's body shudder and finally still. Curious, she used a finger to wipe off a bit of his come and brought it to her mouth. "That's not as bad as I thought it would be," she commented.
Peter gaped at her for a moment, causing Claire to blush.
"I've heard girls talking about what it tastes like," Claire admitted.
"I bet," Peter said, too relaxed now to come up with a better comment.
Claire slid off the bed and returned a minute later with a warm washcloth and proceeded to wipe Peter clean.
"Thanks," he murmured, pulling her to lie against his side.
"No big," Claire said, kissing him lightly, curling up against him.