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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Heroes_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Claire_Bennet/Peter_Petrelli
  Character:
      Claire_Bennet, Peter_Petrelli
  Additional Tags:
      Uncle/Niece_Incest
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-01 Words: 1428
****** Setting Them Up Is Only Half the Fun ******
by dragonydreams
Summary
     It certainly helps to be able to kill anyone who questions your
     incestuous relationship, should you happen to be having one.
Notes
     Written for the Paire_pornathon for the prompts Evil!Paire &
     Invisible Sex in Public. Not beta'd.
See the end of the work for more notes
Title: Setting Them Up Is Only Half the Fun
Author: Elisabeth
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 1325
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Claire
Summary: It certainly helps to be able to kill anyone who questions your
incestuous relationship, should you happen to be having one.
Warnings/Spoilers: Incest. No spoilers.
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.
Author's Note: Written for the Paire_pornathon for the prompts Evil!Paire &
Invisible Sex in Public. Not beta'd.
Claire's body was pressed intimately against Peter's. If it weren't for the
thin material of Claire's mini-skirt and Peter's leather pants, people would
think they were fucking. They were doing a fair imitation of it anyway.
The music in the club was loud, but not so much that they couldn't hear the
people around them talking – or so that others couldn't hear them.
Peter slid one of his legs between Claire's and she ground against him,
pressing their bodies even closer together. She looked up at Peter, undisclosed
lust darkening her eyes. He nodded slightly and her sultry grin grew.
Peter subtly maneuvered them closer to a group of frat house idiots who were
clearly drunk. Speaking a little louder than necessary, Claire said, "Thanks so
much for taking me out, Uncle Peter."
Peter smiled indulgently and slid his hands down her mostly naked back to cup
her ass and pull her closer. "You know that I'd do anything my favorite niece
asked."
"Anything?" Claire asked, noticing their patsies had taken the bait. She ran
her hands over Peter's chest and up to play with the hair at the back of his
neck.
"All you have to do is ask," Peter answered her. Claire pulled his head down
for a passionate kiss.
"Get a room," one of the frat guys muttered.
"What did you say?" Peter asked, pulling away from Claire to confront the guy.
His enhanced hearing easily picking up what the guy had said. What he had hoped
one of these guys would say.
Encouraged by all of the beer he'd consumed, a no-neck guy stepped up to Peter,
towering over him. "I said: you should get a room."
"If you don't like what you see, then don't look," Peter defiantly shot back.
Playing her part, Claire put a hand on Peter's arm. "It's okay, Uncle Peter.
Just ignore him."
"Why the fuck do you keep calling him Uncle?" The idiot asked. "That's just not
funny."
"It's not supposed to be funny," Claire answered. "He is my uncle."
"I take it back," the guy said, his face twisting with disgust. "Don't get a
room. Get the fuck away from him. What kind of sick fuck are you, molesting
your niece in public like that. I should fucking call the cops."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Peter said, unphased by the guy's insults.
"C'mon Brad, leave them alone. What do you care what they do?" another of the
frat guys told his friend.
"Yeah, Brad, just walk away," Peter said, mockingly.
"Are you fucking her?" Brad asked, ignoring his friend as his fingers curling
into a fist.
"Not at the moment," Peter said, smirking, "but I plan to as soon as we leave
here."
Peter didn't even try to duck as Brad's fist swung at him.
"You really shouldn't have done that," Claire sweetly said.
A bouncer pushed his way through the crowd that had formed around Peter,
Claire, Brad and his friends. "Hey, break it up or take it outside."
"I think I've made my point," Brad said and gestured for his friends to follow
him out.
Peter took Claire's hand and followed them out. "Hey, we aren't done," Peter
called out.
"You want me to break your jaw, is that it?" Brad smirked.
Peter ran a hand over his beautifully perfect cheek, showing that the previous
punch hadn't so much as bruised him. Or, it had, but it had already healed. But
Brad didn't need to know that.
"Think you can? You punch like a girl," Peter taunted. "No offense," he said to
Claire.
"None taken," she answered. "Can we get on with this already? I wanna get to
the fucking portion of the evening."
"You actually want this sick fuck?" Brad asked in disgust.
"Have you even looked at him?" Claire tossed back, running her hands
appreciatively over Peter's body. "I've never met a guy hotter than my Uncle
Peter."
"Maybe I should show you what a real man is like," Brad said, sidling closer to
Claire. "Yeah, if you got it from someone who wasn't an incestuous freak then
you'd see how wrong it is."
"Been there, done that, wasn't worth the price of admission," Claire said with
a yawn. She turned to Peter. "Can you just kill him now? I'm getting bored."
The look on Peter's face as he embraced the darker side of his powers sent a
chill down Claire's spine. She loved that look on him.
"It'd be my pleasure," Peter said. Calling on Niki's power, Peter said, "I
believe that I owe you a punch." The blow he delivered sent Brad flying into
the alley behind them.
Brad's friends moved to rush Peter, but he held them in place telekinetically.
Peter held his hand out to Claire and they strolled into the alley to find
Brad. Brad was just trying to sit up against the dumpster he'd landed against.
"What do you think?" he casually asked Claire. "Burn him, strangle him, break
his neck, or impale him with something sharp?"
"Burn him," Claire said, licking her lips. "I love the way the residual
electricity sizzles along my skin while you fuck me."
"Burning it is," Peter said, bringing his hand up and sending bolts of
electricity into Brad's stunned body.
When there was nothing left of Brad aside from a burnt corpse, Peter teleported
himself and Claire back inside the club to a darkened corner they'd spotted
earlier.
"I love when you use your powers like that," Claire purred, rubbing her body
against Peter. "It's gets me so hot."
Peter pressed Claire back into the wall, lifting her up so that she could wrap
her legs around his waist. "Want me to use one more?" Peter asked, knowing the
answer.
Claire arched her back, pressing herself even closer to Peter. "Mmm…you know I
do."
No sooner had Peter shielded them in invisibility than Claire's hands were
attacking his pants, opening them in order to free the hardened cock she could
feel pressing against her.
Her skirt was already up around her waist, so all Peter had to do was slide her
wisp of a thong aside and plunge inside her with one rough thrust.
"Yes," Claire groaned.
Peter didn't give her any time to adjust; he just started pounding into her.
Claire locked her ankles behind Peter and encouraged the brutal pace.
"Love. You. Like. This." Each of Claire's words was punctuated by another
thrust.
Peter captured her lips, silencing any other words that may have been coming as
his tongue plundered mouth. He changed his angle so that he brushed against her
clit with every thrust.
One of Claire's hands wrapped around Peter's neck; the other slid down to dig
into Peter's hip. He bucked harder at the bite of her nails, which only caused
her to repeat the action.
More...now...coming...Peter! Claire's thoughts screamed in Peter's head as her
body clenched around him.
"Oh, yes!" She screamed, drawing eyes to their darkened corner, secure in the
knowledge that they couldn't be seen.
"Claire," Peter grunted against her neck as he came, spilling inside her.
As soon as he regained his faculties, Peter teleported them back to their
apartment, onto their bed.
"That never fails to be hot," Peter said, finally withdrawing from Claire's
body and collapsing next to her.
"The killing or the sex?" Claire asked, rolling onto her side to look at him.
"Both," Peter answered, running his hands over her body, pulling her closer.
"And the fact that I'm fucking my niece."
"Yeah. Just think how much harder it would be to find people to kill if incest
weren't frowned upon," Claire pointed out.
"It certainly helps to be able to kill anyone who questions your incestuous
relationship, should you happen to be having one." They smiled fondly at each
other.
"I love you, Peter," Claire said.
"I love you too, my sweet niece," Peter said, drawing her into a kiss.
The End
End Notes
     Originally written November 6, 2007.
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