Title: Whisper in my Ear
Author: devilishlysas
Pairing: Nylar (if thats what we're calling it) Nathan/Sylar
Summary: The twisted inner battle of the new Nathan/Sylar Character
Spoilers: Season 3 and finale - speculation on Season 5
Rating: PG-13-R
Disclaimer: I don't own heroes or its characters... sadly

There was no reason for him to be here, he knew that, the argument played over in his head and yet his body refused to move away.

'I'm her father!' But that argument failed too, his body remained immobile, hovering inches above her quietly sleeping form.

Her eyelids fluttered and he attempted not to even breathe; if she woke up... if she were to pin him with those big wounded green eyes of hers... if she tried to scream; well he wasn't convinced that his behaviour would remain purely voyeuristic.

Claire shifted in her sleep and her shirt pulled tightly across her chest, the material was so thin he could make out the dark patches of skin beneath taut nipples; his mouth went dry and he attempted to swallow the flash of lust.

An image behind his eyes formed, it was so clear he could almost remember it himself, of his hand in her hair, caressing her cheek; his fingers twitched and he fought the compulsion.

'She's your daughter!' he snarled inwardly.

Something seemed to chuckle darkly at him from within the depths of his own mind.

'She's not mine.' It hissed back.

His body dropped in the air a fraction of an inch, so that he was forced to clench his muscles and suck in his chest to prevent from brushing against her.

Having her stay here had been a mistake; he'd known it at the time, tried to insist that she go back to her mother, or stay with Noah at his apartment, Angela and Noah had agreed, tried to convince her, until it had descended into cold stares and raised voices. He should have insisted on anything other than having her under his roof... just the two of them.

She'd been so coy when she'd asked. "Do you mind?" Almost timidly... afraid of his rejection.

There had been no other answer, "Of course not honey. You can stay with me as long as you like."

It had come out of his mouth, the words had been his, but the intent behind them was anything but paternal.

Her breath fanned out over his face and he inhaled deeply, she was so close he could almost taste her.

'One taste won't hurt.' The voice in the dark insisted, the very idea of it seemed to slide into his blood until it boiled with desperate need.

'NO!' he fought, even as his hands rose to brush feather light through her gold flecked hair, fanned out as it was across her pillow, as though displayed that way... just for him.

'You want her.'

'No.' But his conviction wavered, 'She's my...' he couldn't finish.

'She's yours.' The voice reminded. 'Ours...mine.'

'Mine.' He acknowledged silently, his claim to her was irrefutable, they were so alike.

'She's going to love us.' The voice promised.

Nathan's chest felt tight, tears shone unshed in his eyes as his hands ghosted over her skin, across her shoulders and down her chest to hover over her stomach. He wanted her love... he needed it, needed to prove to her that he was just as special as her 'other' father.

She was going to love him.

'Yes.'