ashinae | FIC: Twilight [teaser] (Heroes)

Twilight
by

linden_jay

Pairing: Nathan/Claire
Rating/Warnings: NC-17; prostitution, dub-con, mention and aftermath of rape (by original, not canon, characters).
Spoilers: Up to the beginning of season 2. This would take place within the first few episodes, but doesn't follow the established plot.
Disclaimer: Not written for profit.
Summary: "I wasn't trolling for a hooker. I just happened to bump into one."

Note: This is a multi-part, but complete, story. This is not a work in progress.

Twilight: teaser

There was a chill in the air. He had the collar of the trench coat turned up over his neck. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket to glance at the time; one-thirty a.m. The bartender had cut him off; he wasn't even all that drunk, but he'd been there since shortly after dinnertime.

He was drunk enough, and distracted enough, that he nearly bowled over the short woman with the black bob haircut.

"Careful there," the woman said, reaching out to steady him--and herself--since the heels she was wearing were so high, they weren't exactly stable. "You in a hurry to get somewhere?"

"Home," he said. He tried to eye her, but couldn't see her very well in the dark; except that it was pretty obvious how she was dressed. "You must be cold."

"Not especially," she shrugged, then smiled up at him, moving in a little bit closer. "Why? Need something to warm you up?"

"I could do. You're offering?" he said, voice rough, slurred.

"I'm offering," she whispered, nice and low, tongue sliding over her blood red lips. "Special introductory rates apply."

"That's awfully generous of you. You'll forgive me, though, if I don't have any place to take you." He eyed her. She had nice legs. That was enough.

"Tell me what you want and give me the money, and I'll find us a place... if you're not fussy about location," she smiled, rubbing up against him just enough to tease, and gauge his interest. Making sure he wasn't too drunk to fuck.

"Just a fuck," he said. "It's a little past my bedtime." He reached for his wallet and pulled out a bit of cash, which he shoved into her shirt and under her bra strap.

"I won't keep you up too long," she promised, winking, then stepping out in front of him and leading the way, looking over her shoulder a time or two to make sure he was still with her. Not that they were going far--just a block away from the bar, halfway down a dimly lit alley.

He watched her hips move in the dark. She was little, but she had curves. He approved. Inside the alley, he crowded her back against the brick wall of a building. "Condom?" he asked, even as he hiked her skirt up.

"Another twenty bucks, you can have me without it... otherwise check the other side of my bra," she told him, taking a step to the side and spreading her legs wider, once he had the skirt up over her hips.

He considered it. He seriously considered it. But he pulled the condom from under her bra strap, and hurriedly rolled it on. "Up you get," he said, and lifted her up; not entirely carefully, shoving her hard against the wall even as he pushed inside her. "Fuck..."

She cried out as he shoved in, her head going back as her legs came up and wrapped around his waist, hands resting on his shoulders. "Oh fuck, yes," she moaned, trying not to be too loud, since they were in public and all... the last thing they needed was to be overheard by cops.

It felt like it had been years since Nathan had a tight, hot pussy around his cock. He fucked her hard, harder than he'd use anyone, and he growled softly. It didn't matter what she thought about him, or this. He just wanted to get off.

Her legs tightened around his waist, her eyes closing as she moved with him, fucking him back, not caring how rough he was. Her breathing was ragged, eyes closing as she gasped out all the right words, swearing and pleading for more. She felt her back rubbing up against the wall, felt it scraping her skin, registering the pain of it and still not caring.

His teeth scraped over her neck and he grunted, fucking her harder, shoving in deep, and then he came with another growl. He held her there against the wall for a moment before he pulled back, setting her down not particularly gently.

She was still gasping when he put her back on the ground, reaching back and supporting herself against the wall while she got her footing. She looked up at him and smiled, pushing her hair back so it was out of her eyes. "Warmer now?"

"Yeah," he said, tucking himself back into his pants. "Thanks." He pulled out a few more bills from his wallet, and shoved them into her bra. "Get yourself a hot meal. There's a few twenty-four hour diners around."

She looked surprised by the kindness, almost as though she didn't know what to do or say. "Thank you," she said eventually, looking down, then back up again through her lashes. "Isn't it past your bedtime?"

"Yeah," he said, eying her again. "It is. Gotta get home." But he didn't move, just stared at her.

She stared back, wondering if he was lost. "Just... back out the way we came in, then to the left, that'll get you back to the bar. You can call a cab from there," she prompted.

"Yeah?" He rubbed a hand over his beard. There was something strangely familiar about her, about the way she'd looked at him. She was too young for him to have gone to school with her; probably too young even to be one of Peter's classmates.

"Yeah," she nodded, taking a step or two closer to him. "Do you need me to call one for you?" She usually just walked away afterward, but he'd been... well, nice seemed a weird word, but he was looking a little out of it.

"Yeah," he said, "yeah, if you could do that for me..."

She frowned, then nodded, taking his arm and starting to lead him out of the alley, back into the light.

Once they were safely in the light, he grabbed her arm and yanked her close, staring down at her. He was drunk; he knew that, but he wasn't completely stupid. Or maybe he was... "Oh my God," he whispered.

"Hey!" she protested, trying to pull back, to get her arm free. "What are you doing--let go of me--you got what you paid for!" she hissed, glaring at him.

"Claire." He swallowed, didn't let go of her.

She stopped pulling and froze, a look of horror spreading across her face. "How do... how do you know that name?" she said hoarsely.

"We've met before," he said, gruffly. "I might have looked a little differently then, the last time you were here."

She shook her head. "No, I don't know you..." she started to say, then stopped, green eyes going shock wide. "Nathan," she whispered.

"What the--what the hell are you--" He'd just fucked Claire. In an alley. She... "Dear God."

With a sudden burst of strength, Claire wrenched her arm out of Nathan's grasp, crying out in pain since he'd been holding on tightly. Without another word, she turned around and started to run, almost knocking into a few people as she bolted down the street and away from him.

He was too drunk to catch her, so he didn't even try. He watched her go, frozen in stunned belief, getting more than a few stares. He flipped up the collar of the trench coat, shoved his hands in his pockets, and hurried away.

Claire.

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