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The Sixth Extinction

Character(s): Gabriel "Sylar" Gray and Claire Bennet
Summary: Building 26 is never shut down. No one convinces the president that it's best to just drop the matter of evolved humans, and Danko is given cart blanche to deal with the super-powered threat as he sees fit. In the next century the Evolved are hunted to the brink of extinction, either out-right exterminated, or imprisoned and exploited for their ability. The number of specials used in this way grows fewer and fewer as time and mishaps progress, but one type is still coveted above all. Exterminating a regenerator is exceedingly difficult, anyway...
Status: In progress/PRIVATE

...all my foolish, fuckin' wishing...Collapse )


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Jan. 25th, 2010 07:53 am (UTC)
There were no protests coming from the blond. She landed on her back, pulling at Sylar's tank so that it too landed on the floor and she had more skin to touch. While she tasted him with her mouth, Claire's fingers roved his torso, scratching her fingers through the fur that downed his chest, moaning heavily against the brunette's warm and bruising lips.

It was only moments before her deft fingers were at the drawstring of Sylar's yoga pants, pulling roughly at them to get them to untie. Claire was done waiting. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

"God, Gabriel!" She moaned. "Mmm..."
Jan. 25th, 2010 08:10 am (UTC)
A pleased purr escaped him as she gasped his name, so intimate, so desirous. No disgust, no fear. And from her. As quickly as she was fumbling with his drawstrings, his thumbs were hooked in the waistband of her shorts and guiding them down.

Her skin was so smooth beneath his hands, her curves so firm and perfectly formed. "You are flawless," he told her between the meetings of their lips, eager to have her bare before him. Sure, he'd seen swaths of her skin that first time in the bath, but this was different. This was real, Claire as she was meant to be, strong, vital, and soon to be his.
Jan. 25th, 2010 08:19 am (UTC)
Claire did a little shimmy to aid in he removal of her bottoms, a darker patch of fabric visible on her light blue lace panties. Now she lay in front of him, almost bare in her matching bra and underwear, as he stepped out of the pants that had fallen to the floor. Boxer-briefs. It made her smile slightly. Sylar seemed like that type of man who would want the security of a brief, but the comfort of and younger look of boxers.

"Nice digs." She smiled, looked down at the light gray undergarments. She tucked on leg betwixt his thighs and ran her foot up the inner muscle before stroking his length with her toes. "Cute fit."
Jan. 25th, 2010 08:31 am (UTC)
He moaned softly as her small foot stroked the hardness hidden just beneath the soft, comfortable fabric that covered him. He was quite admiring the beautiful present she made in her undergarments, too. "And yours, though I was there for the picking out."

He grinned a bit and pressed down into the pressure of her foot a bit. "But I really want them off, now," he clarified, running hands back up over her body, greedily caressing what skin was available to him as he reached for the fastenings of her bra. "I want you too damn badly to appreciate burlesque."
Jan. 25th, 2010 08:44 am (UTC)
"So you like stripteases?" Claire asked, leaning forward and allowing him to fumble with the clasp of her bra, letting out a soft contented sigh as her full breasts cam free of their confines, each rounded globe tipped with a happily perked nipple, an obvious sign of her arousal.

"I'll be sure to remember that." She added, sliding one hand up to cup one of those perfect breasts, handling roughly as she heaved in a deep breath. She wouldn't lie. Claire was kind of nervous. A man hadn't gotten her this ruffled since she was a teenager. "I'll give you a show sometime."
Jan. 25th, 2010 08:50 am (UTC)
Sylar breathed his own moan when he saw her breasts freed, their form beautiful, youthful, perfect. If he was ever killed Noah Bennet would meet him in Hell and make him pay for this, but it was well worth it. "I'd like that... when I have the patience," one hand covered hers and the other gathered the neglected twin in his broad, deadly palm. The firm but giving flesh was just what he expected, and he could feel his heartbeat throb in every vein as he laid hold of this forbidden fruit.
Jan. 25th, 2010 08:54 am (UTC)
"Mmmm..." Claire moaned, her body arching into Sylar's touch. Oh, Noah wouldn't hesitate to rip Sylar limb from limb the moment he passed over the gates of fire to meet the devil himself. The blond was far beyond caring now. All she wanted was to take everything that this man could give her, her body feeling things that it hadn't in years.

"Part of me can't believe I'm doing this with you..." She smiled, closing her eyes and biting her bottom lip seductively. "This feels so good..."
Jan. 25th, 2010 09:03 am (UTC)
"I'm definitely questioning my conscious state," he confessed, hands once again dipping southward, tugging insistently on dampened blue panties. Revealing the thatch of golden hair that downed the mound of her pubic bone felt as wonderful and elicit as his first murder.

He was looking upon something he absolutely was not supposed to see, and definitely not touch, but he was going to touch, he was going to part and enter the soft pink folds hidden beneath. "My God... You are so beautiful."
Jan. 25th, 2010 09:08 am (UTC)
Claire's whole body shivered with anticipation and nerves as she found herself as bare as one could be in front of the last person she would have expected. She could feel the heat between her legs, the air only making the fact that she was soaked more evident.

"Ohhh..." She sighed, sitting up slightly on one elbow and spreading her legs a bit. She looked a bit like a young lolita from those old pornography magazines that only she and Sylar would remember. Her free hand moved quickly to stroke between those damp folds, pulling another short moan from her lips. "Mmmm..."
Jan. 25th, 2010 09:24 am (UTC)
Except that Sylar could verify her vintage and knew he was hardly playing with a little girl here. The wanton show she put on for him was telling enough in that and a groan of desire escaped him as well, seeing her well-manicured hand delve between her own creamy thighs. Discarding the scrap of sky in his own grip his hand once again moved to join hers, feeling the slickness, how ready she was for him.

"You're aching for this as badly as I am," the tip of his middle finger circled the weeping opening of her body briefly before the first two fingers of his hand pushed inside, quick and deep. They hooked forward slightly, coaxing her hips up, most definitely a possessive gesture. His lips brushed her ear just after, the words a velvet murmur, "Strip me."
Jan. 25th, 2010 09:29 am (UTC)
"UnnnggghhH!" She couldn't help but cry out, good and loud, the penetration of her body so sudden and filling that her eyes actually watered a bit. He hands were shaking now as her body quivered it's excitement. Claire's trembling fingers eventually found what they were looking for though, hooking in the band of Sylar's boxer-briefs, giving one good push to shuck them over his hips and freeing his erection from it's fabric cage.

She didn't have a chance to look because her eyes were too busy lolling in the back of her head, the weight in her pelvis too delicious to ignore. She groaned again, shifting her hips so that the brunette's fingers moved inside her, wetness pooling around them in obvious want.
Jan. 25th, 2010 09:42 am (UTC)
He sighed in relief as his erection popped free, cool air on the heated skin. That wouldn't last. He only indulged her motions around his digits for a short moment, but there was no way he could have not begun like this. This touch, at a distance, was responsible for so much pain and death. At close quarters it could inflict no less profound consequences, and hearing the resultant moans was simply too good.

He was pinioned hard as marble by the time he drew his hand free, moved both to cradle beneath her thighs and lower himself between them. He didn't enter her yet, however. Poised, abdomen against her belly, his brandy eyes sought hers. "Tell me..."
Jan. 25th, 2010 09:44 am (UTC)
"T-tell... you?" Claire's eyes searched Sylar's for a moment, her mouth agape and her pupil dilated. "W-what...?"
Jan. 25th, 2010 09:50 am (UTC)
"How much you want me..." his mouth moved across her skin, closing over strawberries n' cream nipples, tongue swirling, teeth tugging. He didn't need anything more complicated than that, not yet. He just loved feeling desired, knew she was aching and wanted to be told, wanted it confessed. She had said already, several times as they worked toward this, but this was the moment itself.
Jan. 25th, 2010 09:55 am (UTC)
"Oh God...." Claire huffed out through her nose, her eyes squeezing shut as she moaned good an loud. "I want you so fucking bad." Her voice was clear and eager. "I want you inside me. I want you to fill me up so deep that I can hardly bear it." How was that for an answer?
Jan. 25th, 2010 10:01 am (UTC)
Good enough, and all too easily granted. Claire of course had a tactile impression of what she was getting into, or rather, what was getting into her, but had yet to get a look at it. Gabriel Gray was a healthy boy, well-developed all over in his adulthood.

Another quick shift and she was pulled down upon his throbbing cock, stretching muscles that she'd admitted hadn't seen much use in just under a decade. The brunette moaned as her tight heat surrounded him, indeed already almost too much to bear.
Jan. 25th, 2010 10:11 am (UTC)
Claire gasped and her nails immediately bit in the skin of Sylar's back, the girl unable to contain herself. She was filled to the brim with him and she cried out in pleasure loud enough that if apartment walls weren't thick, someone would most definitely hear.

"Oh, FUCK! Sylar!" She couldn't help it. He'd stroked all the right bits of her in one thrust that she actually saw white spots before her eyes. "Hnnn!"
Jan. 26th, 2010 12:47 am (UTC)
He had her. His. Beneath him, open to him, quivering around him and practically screaming his name. It drew a moan of intense pleasure and desire from his throat, issued through his slightly gaping mouth. This was beyond incredible, thwarting fate and everything it had promised and denied him until this moment.

His hips began to move almost immediately, wanting more of that, her panting, her moaning, her sheer desire. Each thrust sought the deepest part of her, to draw their bodies as close to one as possible, all the while building the most delicious friction. "Ohhh, Claire..." It was the most amazing feeling in the world, one he had rarely, rarely known. The woman beneath him wanted him, not the character he presented, but him, and that made this mindblowing.
Jan. 26th, 2010 03:10 am (UTC)
Her eyes were lolling again and she was having trouble catching her breath. Her nails bit harshly into Sylar's skin, drawing blood that only beaded for a moment before the wound healed, over and over again.

"Unnn! Ohgod!" Claire cried, feeling her body stretch and tear, the burn only lasting a moment before that healed as well. "Mmm!Ohgodohgodohgod..."
Jan. 26th, 2010 04:32 am (UTC)
"You feel like you've never been touched," he told her, voice reverent in spite of knowing the contrary. The feeling of her nails digging in that hard was an erotic pain that he endured gladly. She might be ripping into his skin, but the words 'no' and 'stop' had yet to leave her lips. Just cries to a nonspecific deity who probably had his fingers in his ears and eyes squeezed shut to drown out this act of blasphemy.

He ran one hand under her thigh to hold her by the crook of one knee, his other arm beneath the supple small o her back. "It's the most delicious feeling..."
Jan. 26th, 2010 05:00 am (UTC)
Claire gasped and moaned, a hand finding it's way between those open thighs to rub herself in soothing circles over her clitoris. She could feel the weight in her belly get heavier and could hear the proof that she was getting wetter. It wouldn't be long now.

Her other hand found it's way to the mattress to grip at the sheets and use it for leverage as she pushed her hips up further to pull Sylar in deep.

"Oh god... Yes!" She cried as her eye opened to watch Sylar's face as she came, insides throbbing and pulsating around the long and hard shaft inside her.
Jan. 26th, 2010 08:06 am (UTC)
Sylar watched her with bright, sharp eyes, his blood rushing faster as she quivered and pulsed around him, having to steel himself against too quick a climax of his own. This was far too delicious to let it be over quickly, so he gasped and breathed through it, lashes fluttering once or twice as his own grip on her body tightened, painfully. "Christ, you're so beautiful..."
Jan. 26th, 2010 08:19 am (UTC)
The blond panted as her eyes rolled back into her head, coming down off what was sure to be only the first of many highs for this encounter. She winced slightly as he gripped her, but said nothing about it. She only reached out with the hand that was once stroking herself and placed it on his abdomen, slowing his movements so that she could let her body calm down.

"Ohhh... mmm.... goodness...." Claire breathed out, a beaming smile suddenly crackling across her face. "Been a while since I had a good one of those." She grinned up at him, a knowing look that spoke of how impressed she was that he had her trembling so quickly.
Jan. 26th, 2010 08:34 am (UTC)
"Yeah?" He was all grin, very proud at hearing that news. He couldn't imagine a more embarrassing encounter if she'd still been yawning with him between her thighs. Slowing was difficult, keeping himself from just racing to the finish. He doubted he'd last too very long inside her, but that didn't mean they couldn't keep playing. "You've got me so wound up right now... I know I'll be seeing stars."
Jan. 26th, 2010 08:39 am (UTC)
Claire grinned before pulling away, sliding the brunette out from her body and shimmying up the bed slightly. Before he could protest, she flipped herself over so that she was on her knees, bent before him.

"Kinky, I know, but it's my favorite." She smiled over her shoulder. "I figured you wouldn't mind indulging me." This position was always the best for her, allowing whomever she allowed inside her to constantly grind up against her g-spot, not to mention gave her a bit more space to touch herself if needed. That, and it was pretty sexy to take it from behind.
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