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Title: Something old, something new
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Peter/Nathan, implied Peter/Isaac
Disclaimer: Not mine,no money being made
Timeline: Goes AU after 'Fallout'
Warnings: Petrellicest
Peter didn’t turn around as his front door opened. Only one person would just walk in without knocking or announcing himself.
“Hey, Nathan.”
Peter taped the box and sat in on top of three other boxes. He had to pack the bathroom stuff, some things in his bedroom and he’d be finished. The movers were due in the morning, so he had plenty of time. He tracked Nathan’s progress across the living room by his footsteps. Nathan came to a stop behind him.
“So you’re actually going through with this?”
Peter turned around and studied his brother. Nathan wore a blue suit, a bright white shirt and a blue striped tie. His hands were by his side and he was frowning. Their eyes met and Peter nodded.
“Yes, Nathan, I am. Did you want something?”
Nathan moved up beside him.
“Why can’t your new boyfriend move in here? Why do you have to move in with him? Is he afraid he won’t be able to find the good heroin in this neighborhood?”
Peter sighed. He knew Nathan was just trying to piss him off. It would probably end up working before the night was over. The last week had been full of cracks at Isaac and a general dismissal of Peter’s plans to move in with him.
“He’s not using and his place includes his studio. It made more sense to move in with him instead of him trying to cram everything in here.”
Peter grabbed a beer and offered one to Nathan. He saw the gathering storm in his brother’s eyes. Now came more questions asked with a bright razor edged smile. It was all for his own good of course, he thought sarcastically. He wondered if Nathan thought everything he did to Peter was for Peter’s own good.
“You’ve never felt the need to move in with anyone before. What’s the truth, Peter?” Peter leaned against his kitchen sink as Nathan moved closer. A hand ghosted over his face and fingers softly tapped his lips. Peter resisted the urge to suck those fingers into his mouth. It’d be so easy and familiar, but he was trying to do the right thing. Isaac wasn’t the only one with an addiction.
Peter turned his face away from temptation and said, “I want it to work with him.” Peter wasn’t afraid of his brother, or, not afraid in the traditional sense of the word. He was afraid Nathan would say something or do something and he’d be back where he started; alone, except for the time Nathan could carve out of his schedule for him.
Nathan pressed closer, suspicion in his voice. “What do you mean by ‘work?’ You really think Isaac can give you what you need?
Peter pushed Nathan away and headed for the living room. He flopped down on his couch.
“Yes, Nathan, I do. I want someone that I can show affection to in public. I want someone that I can spend time with and not worry that if a photo gets taken of us kissing, I didn’t just destroy his life!” Peter took a deep breath and exhaled. Nathan pushed buttons no one else could. Now he felt like a lunatic.
Nathan bowed his head and Peter couldn’t see his face. He wondered what plan his brother was furiously coming up with. A small voice inside him wondered if it would work and he’d end this argument on his back, begging Nathan to fuck him, or worse, begging him to stay afterwards. He pushed all that away, as Nathan sat down next to him. The look on his face was serious.
“So, you don’t love me anymore?”
Peter was suspicious, but Nathan really did sound puzzled.
“I’ll always love you. I love you more than I should.”
Nathan smirked and the look on his face went from sad and curious to malicious and gleeful. Peter pulled the hand he had been about to lay on Nathan’s shoulder away.
“Christ, Peter, you sound a like a teenage girl. Do you write Isaac’s name down and draw a big heart around it? What’s the plan? He paints the disaster and you nearly kill yourself trying to stop it? You think someone like that cheerleader is going to be around all the time?”
Before Peter could answer any of the questions being spat at him, Nathan, his voice tight with anger, continued.
“Did he ‘paint’ a picture of you two living in domestic bliss? How much would your new boyfriend love you if he knew the truth? Why don’t I pay him a visit and let him know how much you love spreading your legs for your big brother?”
Peter ran a hand through his hair. He was tired and he knew this ‘discussion’ wasn’t close to being over. He looked at his hands and confessed.
“He knows, Nathan.”
He felt Nathan freeze and waited for the shouting. When the silence continued, he looked up and found Nathan staring at him. Shock and anger warred with each other on his face. He stood up, his hands balled into tight fists and walked away from Peter. He watched Nathan pace back and forth. When Nathan finally spoke his voice was quiet.
“Why did you do that? You go on and on about destroying my life but hey, you want me to trust an ex-junkie hippie painter with the biggest secret we have.” He kept pacing and started to mutter. “Now I’ll have to find something on him, or pay him off. Shit, Peter, I’m always cleaning up your mess!”
Peter stood. “My life is not a mess. I know it’s not just my life I trusted him with, but he won’t betray me.”
Nathan walked over to him and invaded his personal space like he’d been doing since Peter was a teenager. “You cannot be this naïve. Don’t you get it? In a few weeks or a few months Isaac will ‘suggest’ you spend some of the money Dad left you. He’ll run through your money like water, then he’ll want you to ask mom or me. When you resist, he’ll just oh so casually mention what he knows about us and how much a reporter would pay.”
Peter walked away. He went and got another beer so Nathan wouldn’t think he was retreating. If Nathan sensed any weakness he’d jump on it and pound Peter down until Peter agreed to whatever he wanted.
“I didn’t have to tell him.” He saw the question on Nathan’s face and answered before his brother could ask. “And no, he didn’t paint some future picture of you and me. He said he knew something about us was off, that he got some type of vibe off the both of us when we’re together.”
Nathan moved closer and gripped one of his shoulders. Peter was beginning to fell like he was being pursued around the apartment. “Of course, and since you love him, you admitted it.” Peter didn’t move as Nathan rested his forehead against his. “Why are you doing this to me?”
Peter pushed him away.
“This isn’t about you. Don’t you get that?” He rubbed a spot between his eyebrows. God, a headache was guaranteed when arguing with Nathan. He tried to explain something he barely understood.
“You ruined me for anyone else, Nathan. I know that sounds like I’m blaming you but I’m not. I was there every step of the way and I love you so much it’s scary, but you can’t give me what I want.” He met Nathan’s eyes and his brother seemed to be listening. “I’m tired of feeling so excited when we’re together and then so down when you have to leave. I’m won’t even go into how guilty I feel when I look at Heidi.”
Nathan gestured between them.
“What we have, it’s got nothing to do with Heidi.” He looked Peter up and down and Peter knew what he was going to say before it came out of his mouth.
“It doesn’t have anything to do with the painter, either.” Peter almost laughed at how his brother said, ‘the painter,’ like what Isaac did was the lowest job on earth.
Weariness and anger weighed Peter down like a winter coat. He went back and sat on his couch.
“I’m not going to do that to Isaac. I want to do this right. What if this is my last chance to have someone who cares about me?”
Nathan sat beside him, one hand on one of Peter’s knees. Neither spoke and Peter wanted Nathan to tell him it would all work out, like he did when Peter was younger.
Nathan squeezed his knee and stood up.
“It’s not your last chance, Pete.” He sighed and pressed fingers to his forehead. Peter kept a smile off his face. He guessed fighting with him gave Nathan a headache too. Nathan sat back down and all Peter got out was a half protest as Nathan pushed him flat on the couch.
Peter tried to shove his brother off of him but he was too heavy. Then Nathan kissed him, hard and deep. Peter stopped struggling. He liked kissing Nathan but it was rare for Nathan to indulge him. Nathan’s tongue explored his mouth as it pushed in and pulled out; mimicking the way they usually fucked. Peter squirmed and moaned. Nathan was everything and this felt phenomenal, like home and comfort mixed with mind melting heat.
Nathan moved towards his neck and Peter tilted his head to the side. There was never a time when he didn’t want his brother’s attention. Combined with Nathan’s need for adulation, was it any wonder it had turned sexual? Warm hands slid his t-shirt off and squeezed his wrists. Peter arched into Nathan’s hard-on and bit his lip to keep from begging.
One part of Peter knew this was Nathan proving that Peter needed him but he didn’t care. He was going to hate himself later, but right now every molecule in his body craved Nathan. A tongue licked and lapped at his chest before it curled around his nipples. One of Nathan’s hands pushed his pants down and jacked him off slowly. Nathan left his chest alone and moved back up to one of Peter’s ears.
“You should see yourself. All laid out like the sweetest fuck I’ve ever seen. I love you like this, all hungry for me and only for me. No matter who you say you love, you can’t give this up. You never have to give it up.”
Nathan sat up and straddled Peter’s waist. Peter looked at him as Nathan took off his jacket, his tie and his shirt. He could stop Nathan right now. Just one word and Nathan would get up and Peter could go take a very cold shower and call Isaac. He kept silent as Nathan quickly got rid of the rest of their clothes. The couch was a little uncomfortable but Nathan didn’t complain like he usually did.
Peter closed his eyes as Nathan straddled his thighs and grabbed Peter’s dick again. He pumped and stroked it over and over. Every once in awhile he’d squeeze the head and run a thumb over the wet tip. Every hot spot on his body was one Nathan had discovered and explored. Everything that turned Peter on he’d found out because of Nathan. He was wrapped up so tight in Nathan that he could never be free of him. Expert fingers pressed just right and Peter came with Nathan’s name barely making it past his lips.
He was allowed a few seconds to try and gather a thought. A playful slap on his hip made him open his eyes. Nathan smirked at him and shifted on the couch until he was between Peter’s legs. He held them open a bit more than was comfortable. Peter shivered as two fingers slick with him slid in slow but steady. Nathan thrust in and out a few times before he moved closer and pushed his cock inside Peter with a low groan.
Peter’s legs gripped Nathan’s waist as he pounded Peter into the couch. Peter closed his eyes again only to open them when Nathan’s hands squeezed his waist extra hard. Nathan grit his teeth and growled, “Open your eyes. Don’t imagine I’m your boyfriend about to whisper sweet poetry in your ears.”
His hips jackhammered against the back of Peter’s thighs as he looked at Peter with no mercy in his eyes. Peter didn’t look away from Nathan’s face as his brother fucked him like he wanted to make sure Peter remembered every facet of this encounter. Peter turned his head when Nathan cursed and stilled, his cock spurting into Peter’s hole.
Peter didn’t say anything, as Nathan lay on him, sweaty and hot, his breath tickling Peter’s face. What was there to say? He was weak and stupid. He should have accepted Isaac’s offer to be here when he had the argument with Nathan. But no, he’d wanted to do it on his own, show Nathan how strong he was. At least he hadn’t begged. He grimaced as Nathan pulled out of him and studied his face.
He didn’t know what his brother’s sigh meant as Nathan hauled him up, and pulled him to the bathroom. Peter felt sick. God, he’d been so sure, even cocky, that he could pull this off and he’d ended up on his back anyway. He pushed his hair out of his face and ignored the mirror in front of him. He definitely didn’t want to look at himself.
The shower started and Peter went where Nathan led him. It was barely big enough for them both but they made it work and in minutes they were out. Peter toweled off and tucked the towel around his waist. He went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. His phone rang but he was in no condition to answer it. The machine picked up and Isaac’s voice echoed around the apartment.
“Hey, just checking up on you. How did it go? I can come over if you want. We can order a pizza and watch a movie. Call me.”
Peter didn’t realize his eyes were wet until Nathan handed him a tissue. He hastily wiped his eyes and turned away. Nathan pulled at him until Peter’s back was braced against his brother’s chest. He frowned at the kiss dropped on the back of his head.
“He doesn’t have to know about this, Peter. Just keep your mouth shut.”
Peter shook his head and tried to pull away. Nathan kept a tight hold on him and finally Peter stopped trying.
“I’m not you, Nathan. I want to be truthful with Isaac. How’s he going to trust me if I lie to him? I always thought I was a better person than this.”
Nathan laughed but it wasn’t a happy sound. His arms hugged Peter’s stomach.
“You’re a good person, Pete. Don’t ever doubt that.”
Peter was released after one more quick kiss to his neck. He watched Nathan put his clothes back on. When he put his trench coat on and headed for the door, Peter followed him.
“Where are you going?”
Nathan glanced at him and smiled.
“It’s your life, Peter. I can’t fault you for wanting something more.”
Peter frowned.
“So that’s it? No more arguing, no more talk of blackmail?”
The smile Peter got was smug as Nathan studied him. He acted like he knew something Peter didn’t.
“All things come to an end, Peter. I’m willing to wait.” He pointed a finger at Peter. “I’ll be here for anything you need, little brother.”
His door closed and Peter was left wondering if that was a threat or a promise. Either way he had to find a way to tell Isaac what had happened. This was not a good start to the next level of their relationship but Peter was used to plans unraveling until there was nothing but a mess to be cleaned up.
It was almost his legacy as a Petrelli. He turned off the lights and made his way to his bedroom. He’d call Isaac later and hopefully he’d believe Peter when he promised him tonight had been the last time. All addicts made promises and vows, but the successful ones eventually learned how to keep them. Peter had to believe he’d succeed.
The End.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Peter/Nathan, implied Peter/Isaac
Disclaimer: Not mine,no money being made
Timeline: Goes AU after 'Fallout'
Warnings: Petrellicest
Peter didn’t turn around as his front door opened. Only one person would just walk in without knocking or announcing himself.
“Hey, Nathan.”
Peter taped the box and sat in on top of three other boxes. He had to pack the bathroom stuff, some things in his bedroom and he’d be finished. The movers were due in the morning, so he had plenty of time. He tracked Nathan’s progress across the living room by his footsteps. Nathan came to a stop behind him.
“So you’re actually going through with this?”
Peter turned around and studied his brother. Nathan wore a blue suit, a bright white shirt and a blue striped tie. His hands were by his side and he was frowning. Their eyes met and Peter nodded.
“Yes, Nathan, I am. Did you want something?”
Nathan moved up beside him.
“Why can’t your new boyfriend move in here? Why do you have to move in with him? Is he afraid he won’t be able to find the good heroin in this neighborhood?”
Peter sighed. He knew Nathan was just trying to piss him off. It would probably end up working before the night was over. The last week had been full of cracks at Isaac and a general dismissal of Peter’s plans to move in with him.
“He’s not using and his place includes his studio. It made more sense to move in with him instead of him trying to cram everything in here.”
Peter grabbed a beer and offered one to Nathan. He saw the gathering storm in his brother’s eyes. Now came more questions asked with a bright razor edged smile. It was all for his own good of course, he thought sarcastically. He wondered if Nathan thought everything he did to Peter was for Peter’s own good.
“You’ve never felt the need to move in with anyone before. What’s the truth, Peter?” Peter leaned against his kitchen sink as Nathan moved closer. A hand ghosted over his face and fingers softly tapped his lips. Peter resisted the urge to suck those fingers into his mouth. It’d be so easy and familiar, but he was trying to do the right thing. Isaac wasn’t the only one with an addiction.
Peter turned his face away from temptation and said, “I want it to work with him.” Peter wasn’t afraid of his brother, or, not afraid in the traditional sense of the word. He was afraid Nathan would say something or do something and he’d be back where he started; alone, except for the time Nathan could carve out of his schedule for him.
Nathan pressed closer, suspicion in his voice. “What do you mean by ‘work?’ You really think Isaac can give you what you need?
Peter pushed Nathan away and headed for the living room. He flopped down on his couch.
“Yes, Nathan, I do. I want someone that I can show affection to in public. I want someone that I can spend time with and not worry that if a photo gets taken of us kissing, I didn’t just destroy his life!” Peter took a deep breath and exhaled. Nathan pushed buttons no one else could. Now he felt like a lunatic.
Nathan bowed his head and Peter couldn’t see his face. He wondered what plan his brother was furiously coming up with. A small voice inside him wondered if it would work and he’d end this argument on his back, begging Nathan to fuck him, or worse, begging him to stay afterwards. He pushed all that away, as Nathan sat down next to him. The look on his face was serious.
“So, you don’t love me anymore?”
Peter was suspicious, but Nathan really did sound puzzled.
“I’ll always love you. I love you more than I should.”
Nathan smirked and the look on his face went from sad and curious to malicious and gleeful. Peter pulled the hand he had been about to lay on Nathan’s shoulder away.
“Christ, Peter, you sound a like a teenage girl. Do you write Isaac’s name down and draw a big heart around it? What’s the plan? He paints the disaster and you nearly kill yourself trying to stop it? You think someone like that cheerleader is going to be around all the time?”
Before Peter could answer any of the questions being spat at him, Nathan, his voice tight with anger, continued.
“Did he ‘paint’ a picture of you two living in domestic bliss? How much would your new boyfriend love you if he knew the truth? Why don’t I pay him a visit and let him know how much you love spreading your legs for your big brother?”
Peter ran a hand through his hair. He was tired and he knew this ‘discussion’ wasn’t close to being over. He looked at his hands and confessed.
“He knows, Nathan.”
He felt Nathan freeze and waited for the shouting. When the silence continued, he looked up and found Nathan staring at him. Shock and anger warred with each other on his face. He stood up, his hands balled into tight fists and walked away from Peter. He watched Nathan pace back and forth. When Nathan finally spoke his voice was quiet.
“Why did you do that? You go on and on about destroying my life but hey, you want me to trust an ex-junkie hippie painter with the biggest secret we have.” He kept pacing and started to mutter. “Now I’ll have to find something on him, or pay him off. Shit, Peter, I’m always cleaning up your mess!”
Peter stood. “My life is not a mess. I know it’s not just my life I trusted him with, but he won’t betray me.”
Nathan walked over to him and invaded his personal space like he’d been doing since Peter was a teenager. “You cannot be this naïve. Don’t you get it? In a few weeks or a few months Isaac will ‘suggest’ you spend some of the money Dad left you. He’ll run through your money like water, then he’ll want you to ask mom or me. When you resist, he’ll just oh so casually mention what he knows about us and how much a reporter would pay.”
Peter walked away. He went and got another beer so Nathan wouldn’t think he was retreating. If Nathan sensed any weakness he’d jump on it and pound Peter down until Peter agreed to whatever he wanted.
“I didn’t have to tell him.” He saw the question on Nathan’s face and answered before his brother could ask. “And no, he didn’t paint some future picture of you and me. He said he knew something about us was off, that he got some type of vibe off the both of us when we’re together.”
Nathan moved closer and gripped one of his shoulders. Peter was beginning to fell like he was being pursued around the apartment. “Of course, and since you love him, you admitted it.” Peter didn’t move as Nathan rested his forehead against his. “Why are you doing this to me?”
Peter pushed him away.
“This isn’t about you. Don’t you get that?” He rubbed a spot between his eyebrows. God, a headache was guaranteed when arguing with Nathan. He tried to explain something he barely understood.
“You ruined me for anyone else, Nathan. I know that sounds like I’m blaming you but I’m not. I was there every step of the way and I love you so much it’s scary, but you can’t give me what I want.” He met Nathan’s eyes and his brother seemed to be listening. “I’m tired of feeling so excited when we’re together and then so down when you have to leave. I’m won’t even go into how guilty I feel when I look at Heidi.”
Nathan gestured between them.
“What we have, it’s got nothing to do with Heidi.” He looked Peter up and down and Peter knew what he was going to say before it came out of his mouth.
“It doesn’t have anything to do with the painter, either.” Peter almost laughed at how his brother said, ‘the painter,’ like what Isaac did was the lowest job on earth.
Weariness and anger weighed Peter down like a winter coat. He went back and sat on his couch.
“I’m not going to do that to Isaac. I want to do this right. What if this is my last chance to have someone who cares about me?”
Nathan sat beside him, one hand on one of Peter’s knees. Neither spoke and Peter wanted Nathan to tell him it would all work out, like he did when Peter was younger.
Nathan squeezed his knee and stood up.
“It’s not your last chance, Pete.” He sighed and pressed fingers to his forehead. Peter kept a smile off his face. He guessed fighting with him gave Nathan a headache too. Nathan sat back down and all Peter got out was a half protest as Nathan pushed him flat on the couch.
Peter tried to shove his brother off of him but he was too heavy. Then Nathan kissed him, hard and deep. Peter stopped struggling. He liked kissing Nathan but it was rare for Nathan to indulge him. Nathan’s tongue explored his mouth as it pushed in and pulled out; mimicking the way they usually fucked. Peter squirmed and moaned. Nathan was everything and this felt phenomenal, like home and comfort mixed with mind melting heat.
Nathan moved towards his neck and Peter tilted his head to the side. There was never a time when he didn’t want his brother’s attention. Combined with Nathan’s need for adulation, was it any wonder it had turned sexual? Warm hands slid his t-shirt off and squeezed his wrists. Peter arched into Nathan’s hard-on and bit his lip to keep from begging.
One part of Peter knew this was Nathan proving that Peter needed him but he didn’t care. He was going to hate himself later, but right now every molecule in his body craved Nathan. A tongue licked and lapped at his chest before it curled around his nipples. One of Nathan’s hands pushed his pants down and jacked him off slowly. Nathan left his chest alone and moved back up to one of Peter’s ears.
“You should see yourself. All laid out like the sweetest fuck I’ve ever seen. I love you like this, all hungry for me and only for me. No matter who you say you love, you can’t give this up. You never have to give it up.”
Nathan sat up and straddled Peter’s waist. Peter looked at him as Nathan took off his jacket, his tie and his shirt. He could stop Nathan right now. Just one word and Nathan would get up and Peter could go take a very cold shower and call Isaac. He kept silent as Nathan quickly got rid of the rest of their clothes. The couch was a little uncomfortable but Nathan didn’t complain like he usually did.
Peter closed his eyes as Nathan straddled his thighs and grabbed Peter’s dick again. He pumped and stroked it over and over. Every once in awhile he’d squeeze the head and run a thumb over the wet tip. Every hot spot on his body was one Nathan had discovered and explored. Everything that turned Peter on he’d found out because of Nathan. He was wrapped up so tight in Nathan that he could never be free of him. Expert fingers pressed just right and Peter came with Nathan’s name barely making it past his lips.
He was allowed a few seconds to try and gather a thought. A playful slap on his hip made him open his eyes. Nathan smirked at him and shifted on the couch until he was between Peter’s legs. He held them open a bit more than was comfortable. Peter shivered as two fingers slick with him slid in slow but steady. Nathan thrust in and out a few times before he moved closer and pushed his cock inside Peter with a low groan.
Peter’s legs gripped Nathan’s waist as he pounded Peter into the couch. Peter closed his eyes again only to open them when Nathan’s hands squeezed his waist extra hard. Nathan grit his teeth and growled, “Open your eyes. Don’t imagine I’m your boyfriend about to whisper sweet poetry in your ears.”
His hips jackhammered against the back of Peter’s thighs as he looked at Peter with no mercy in his eyes. Peter didn’t look away from Nathan’s face as his brother fucked him like he wanted to make sure Peter remembered every facet of this encounter. Peter turned his head when Nathan cursed and stilled, his cock spurting into Peter’s hole.
Peter didn’t say anything, as Nathan lay on him, sweaty and hot, his breath tickling Peter’s face. What was there to say? He was weak and stupid. He should have accepted Isaac’s offer to be here when he had the argument with Nathan. But no, he’d wanted to do it on his own, show Nathan how strong he was. At least he hadn’t begged. He grimaced as Nathan pulled out of him and studied his face.
He didn’t know what his brother’s sigh meant as Nathan hauled him up, and pulled him to the bathroom. Peter felt sick. God, he’d been so sure, even cocky, that he could pull this off and he’d ended up on his back anyway. He pushed his hair out of his face and ignored the mirror in front of him. He definitely didn’t want to look at himself.
The shower started and Peter went where Nathan led him. It was barely big enough for them both but they made it work and in minutes they were out. Peter toweled off and tucked the towel around his waist. He went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. His phone rang but he was in no condition to answer it. The machine picked up and Isaac’s voice echoed around the apartment.
“Hey, just checking up on you. How did it go? I can come over if you want. We can order a pizza and watch a movie. Call me.”
Peter didn’t realize his eyes were wet until Nathan handed him a tissue. He hastily wiped his eyes and turned away. Nathan pulled at him until Peter’s back was braced against his brother’s chest. He frowned at the kiss dropped on the back of his head.
“He doesn’t have to know about this, Peter. Just keep your mouth shut.”
Peter shook his head and tried to pull away. Nathan kept a tight hold on him and finally Peter stopped trying.
“I’m not you, Nathan. I want to be truthful with Isaac. How’s he going to trust me if I lie to him? I always thought I was a better person than this.”
Nathan laughed but it wasn’t a happy sound. His arms hugged Peter’s stomach.
“You’re a good person, Pete. Don’t ever doubt that.”
Peter was released after one more quick kiss to his neck. He watched Nathan put his clothes back on. When he put his trench coat on and headed for the door, Peter followed him.
“Where are you going?”
Nathan glanced at him and smiled.
“It’s your life, Peter. I can’t fault you for wanting something more.”
Peter frowned.
“So that’s it? No more arguing, no more talk of blackmail?”
The smile Peter got was smug as Nathan studied him. He acted like he knew something Peter didn’t.
“All things come to an end, Peter. I’m willing to wait.” He pointed a finger at Peter. “I’ll be here for anything you need, little brother.”
His door closed and Peter was left wondering if that was a threat or a promise. Either way he had to find a way to tell Isaac what had happened. This was not a good start to the next level of their relationship but Peter was used to plans unraveling until there was nothing but a mess to be cleaned up.
It was almost his legacy as a Petrelli. He turned off the lights and made his way to his bedroom. He’d call Isaac later and hopefully he’d believe Peter when he promised him tonight had been the last time. All addicts made promises and vows, but the successful ones eventually learned how to keep them. Peter had to believe he’d succeed.
The End.
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Date: 2007-02-20 05:03 am (UTC)Tonight's ep was good but they're so much better when there's more Nathan.
I followed a link to someone else's blog (an actual published writer) of gave a little fangirl review of the show. She said there was a great ensemble cast but that when Adrian Pasdar was on screen he stole the light. Amen.
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Date: 2007-02-20 05:10 am (UTC)In this story he saw how serious Peter was trying to be, and though they did have sex, it didn't solve Peter's problems so he's stepping back but not out of the way.
And yes, Adrian Pasdar has that star quality where you just want to watch him all the time. Seriously I could watch an hour of him just reading the telephone book.
Did you d/l Profit?
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Date: 2007-02-20 05:12 am (UTC)The first 3 eps, but I haven't had time to watch them yet. Maybe there'll be some time tomorrow. Every time I see him I just want more.
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Date: 2007-02-20 05:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-20 05:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-20 05:13 am (UTC)