Fic: Street Life, Heroes AU, (Peter/Nathan, Peter/Mohinder, Peter/Various)

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Title: Street Life
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Peter/Nathan, Peter/Mohinder, Peter/OMCs
Spoilers: None for season two
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made
Warning: Incest, drug use, sexual favors for money

Author Notes: Hooker fic. Big thanks go out to sandersyager, skripka and slashyme. Without them, this story would still be half done.

Summary: No matter the twists our lives take, destiny finds us all.




Peter stood up and pulled the condom off of his john. He dumped it on the ground, ignoring the trash around them. He licked his lips and brushed his hair out of his face. It got in his way so much, but Nathan wouldn’t let him cut it. Customers loved how young it made him look. His trick was still leaning against the brick wall with a stupid look on his face. Peter hoped he wasn’t waiting on Peter to tuck him back in and zip him up.

The trick smiled and said, “Damn, that was good. You ever do bareback?”

Peter smirked. “No. If you want that, you might want to try about two blocks down, but don’t get mad when you piss and it starts to burn.”

The john’s eyes widened and he quickly walked away. Peter strolled out of the alley, his eyes darting back and forth looking for cops. He didn’t see any, so he crossed the street, and headed for his usual hangout. Well, his hangout when he wasn’t looking for customers. It was nine at night and that was his fifth blowjob. At forty bucks a blow he was in for a long night.

A dinky bell sounded as he opened the diner door. Nathan was at their usual table in the back. His older brother stood out from the other blue-collar diners with his sharply creased black pants and dark purple silk shirt in a shade so dark it too looked black. He looked like a rich man that did nothing but make money all day, but anyone who had spent time on the streets would be able to see the sharp, ruthless edge that Nathan didn’t bother to hide.

He slouched down across from Nathan and signaled Alice for a cup of coffee. That wasn’t her name, but after three years she’d given up reminding him, and now Peter honestly couldn’t remember it. He smiled his thanks and watched her ass as she walked back to the kitchen. Nathan could make a fortune if she ever changed her mind and joined their little family.

Nathan kicked him lightly and then hung his phone up. “Hey, little brother. How’s business?”

Peter sipped coffee while passing over the money he’d earned so far. Nathan barely glanced at it before tucking it away, but Peter knew he’d counted it. He smiled at Peter and Peter felt a trickle of wariness. His brother loved to spring surprises on him.

Nathan passed him a folded piece of paper. “I got you a job. Be at that hotel in an hour.”

Peter didn’t do call-outs that often. Usually the trick picked him up on a corner, or at a club, and they did their business there, in a car, or at a pay-by-the-hour motel. Peter chewed on his bottom lip. “How many people?”

Nathan took out his organizer and made a notation. Peter knew he wasn’t looking up the information. Nathan was a fanatic for details and never forgot anything that had to do with making him money. “Five guys. Some weekend sports team from Chicago.”

Peter grimaced and finished his coffee. His mind was already busy with a list of what he’d need for the upcoming night. “I hate gangbangs. They’re boring and if they get too drunk they always want to start doing kinky shit.”

Nathan patted his hand. “Poor baby. It’s two grand for four hours. I told them condoms all the way, no animals, and no bodily functions that normally require a toilet. That should limit any extreme stuff. When you’re done you can take the rest of the night off.”

Peter nodded and ordered some soup and a burger. Nathan narrowed his eyes.

Peter said, “What? I’m not doing all that work on an empty stomach. I’ll need some energy.”


* * * *


An hour later, hair a little damp from his quick shower, Peter knocked on door 1407 and smiled when a guy with gray hair opened the door. Peter cocked his right hip and winked. “Yeah, I’m here for the tryout?”

Gray hair laughed and opened the door wider. Peter stepped in and immediately scoped out the room. There was the standard brown rug and gold bedspread found in most hotel rooms. Two full size beds and a small seating area took up the rest of the room. Three other men were in the room and Peter gave them a quick wave. He ignored the way their eyes were already undressing him.

Besides gray hair, there was a slim redhead, a geeky looking Bill Gates type, and a bearded guy that looked like he’d spent plenty of time in a leather bar. “Isn’t there supposed to be a fifth guy?”

Just as Peter closed his mouth, a man stepped out of the bathroom. He was younger than the rest of the men and had thick black hair. Peter gave him a more intimate smile and looked at the men. “So, how do you gentleman want to do this?”

Usually Peter would get the money first, but they’d paid Nathan by credit card so he didn’t have to worry.

The gray haired guy stepped closer. “I’m Gary.” He pointed at the redheaded guy. “That’s Sam, the guy with the glasses is Fred and the other guy is Billy.” He pointed at the black-haired guy. “That’s Antonio.”

Peter nodded at everyone and stepped closer to Gary. He seemed to be in charge. There was an expectant sexual charge in the air and Peter knew it was up to him to get things going. The sooner they all got off a time or two, the sooner he could get out of there. He teased a finger along the button of Gary’s jeans. “Why don’t you go first?”

Gary quickly agreed and Peter took off his own jacket and t-shirt. In these group situations, people liked to see some skin. He dropped to his knees while pulling a condom out of his pocket. He had more in his jacket if the guys didn’t have enough. Gary’s cock was thick and smelled like soap and musk.

Peter appreciated the cleanliness. He sucked and licked, while playing with Gary’s balls. Gary put one hand on Peter’s head and Peter made soft humming noises. Gary shivered and Peter heard the rest of the men move closer. Peter bobbed his head and when Gary moaned brokenly, Peter deep-throated him and felt him come through the thin latex. Peter pulled away and saw Fred with one hand inside his pants.

Peter crawled over to him and spread the man’s legs. He smiled and pulled out another condom. “You mind?”

Peter got the expected ‘no’ and proceeded to suck Fred dry. He came pretty quickly and Peter wondered when was the last time these guys had had a good blowjob. He hadn’t even had to use any of his special moves yet.

After Fred, the other guys relaxed and got with the program. Before sucking the next guy, Peter relaxed his body as Antonio spread him open with slick fingers. Peter was glad that Antonio knew what he was doing. He prepared Peter quickly, then slid his cock inside.

Peter moaned his appreciation and bent his head to suck Billy’s cock down like an ice cream cone. Billy didn’t come as quick as the first two guys, but when he did he held Peter’s head down so his dick stayed inside Peter’s warm mouth.

Peter rolled his eyes since no one could see him, and thanked the makers of condoms. Antonio clutched at his hips and Peter knew he’d have faint bruises in the morning. Peter caught his breath before Sam sat in front of him. He too held Peter’s head, gently thrusting in and out all the while whispering, “Yeah, yeah, that’s it. Right there, baby.”

Peter wondered if seventies porn music would blare from hidden speakers any moment.

The next few hours had Peter being fucked again and again, while using his mouth on the various men. At one point he was slick with sweat while riding Gary, as Billy and Fred took turns fucking his mouth. Billy rumbled, “Can we come on you?”

Peter nodded and in seconds his chest, neck and shoulders were slick. Gary came with a loud groan and Antonio was ready to fuck him again. Peter was slippery with lube and wide open. Antonio bit at his neck and nipples while fucking him hard and fast.

Peter considered himself a professional, but he was starting to feel the ache and burn that signaled no more fucking. He bit back a grimace and kept a sultry, interested look on his face. Sam prodded at his mouth so Peter opened wide and sucked.

After the last round of fucking, Peter told them their time was up. The men were all sprawled out on various pieces of furniture. They looked worn out. Peter hid a smug smile and said, “I’m going to jump in the shower for a few minutes.”

He made it a quick shower in case any of the guys got it up again. Out in the room Peter dressed and grinned at Gary as he handed him a hundred-dollar tip. Peter pushed it into his pocket and made his way out of the hotel. His mouth and ass were sore as hell, but if he complained just enough, he might get the next two nights off. One night was a definite, but he could already see Nathan’s narrowed eyes if he wanted a second night off.

It wasn’t like Peter was the only one bringing in money. There was Isaac, and Eden, Hana and Candice. Peter grit his teeth then grimaced. His mouth couldn’t express his moods right now. He hated Candice and all her dramatic costumed bullshit. But she had a solid customer base that came back for more, so Nathan kept her on.

Maybe, Peter thought, I just hate the way she flirts with Nathan and smirks at me like Nathan would ever move her in to the main apartment. No matter what she wanted, she would stay in one of the other two apartments Nathan owned, or Peter would do more than sneer at her and her antics.


*

Peter made it home and limped into the living room. God, he was going to be hurting tomorrow. But he’d get some extra attention from Nathan. He didn’t care to think about what that said about him. A shrink could write a book about his issues. Not that he’d ever visit one and tell the truth.

Parents dead when he was six. All of their money gone. Nathan had been sixteen and after losing everything, had grabbed Peter from foster care and went underground. Peter grew up in some hellholes, watching Nathan struggle and claw his way to a position that was feared and respected. By the time Peter was twelve, Nathan had made his mark in the sex business and had a few women out tricking for him. They’d moved around, then come back to Manhattan.

Peter stopped and looked at the back of his brother’s head. Their apartment was modest and close to where most of Nathan’s people pulled tricks. They could afford better, but Nathan insisted they stay where the bulk of his business was. That way he could keep an eye on things. Alert eyes met his and Peter sank onto the couch. The night was catching up to him. “Those guys had very energetic dicks.”

Nathan laughed and smoothed hair away from Peter’s face. “Any problems?”

Peter shook his head. “Nahh, they were mostly vanilla.” Peter remembered he was supposed to angling for two nights off. “They did wear me out though. I think I’m going to hit the bed. Got anything for me?”

Nathan gave him a soft smile and pulled a little pink pill out of his pocket. Peter let Nathan slip it into his mouth, then grabbed Nathan’s wine and took a sip. Soon, the pain pill would start to work and he’d be floating off to dream land.

In the bedroom, Peter stripped and stretched. He’d been in some strenuous positions earlier and didn’t need any muscle spasms to crop up in the middle of the night.

Nathan came in, already shirtless and kissed him on the cheek. “You take a shower?”

Peter climbed naked into their bed and yawned. “Yeah, a very quick one in case any of those guys got it into their heads to have some shower fun.”

He didn’t object to the small lamp Nathan left on, or the sheets being pulled back. He was used to Nathan studying his body after a long night, especially if Nathan had arranged for him to be used so vigorously. Manicured hands ran over his body. Nathan poked at one spot right below his collarbone. Peter winced. Antonio had left a bruise there. He knew Nathan would find every bruise and run his hands over them, as if his touch erased all the ones made earlier in that hotel room.

Peter began to doze off as Nathan lay beside him, his inspection far from over. A slick finger slipped inside him, but that wasn’t enough for Peter to open his eyes. He sighed and sunk further into the soft sheets. They were warm against his back, and smelled like him and his brother. Nathan moved over him and Peter heard him whisper, “I take care of you, don’t I?”

Peter moaned quietly as Nathan fucked him, his hard cock familiar and welcome. He was sore, but Nathan moved so slowly that it barely hurt. He’d come twice at the gangbang but Nathan’s touch made him hard for the third time. Peter thrust his cock into Nathan’s warm grip and wrapped his legs around Nathan’s waist. At least, he thought he did. Everything was hazy and wrapped in beautiful colors.

He murmured Nathan’s name and came. Nathan was talking to him, but Peter didn’t understand the words. He didn’t have to. Nathan loved him and took care of him, and gave him the best drugs. He fell into a deeper sleep with Nathan still rocking into his body.

~

Nathan watched as Peter fell into a deeper sleep. His brother’s body was warm and relaxed. He’d prefer him awake, but knew Peter was past his limit. Those guys had worn him out. Nathan didn’t have to be there to know how it went. The men took one look at Peter’s freshly shaved, sincere face, his lean body, and fucked him as much as they could for those four hours. They’d gorged themselves on Peter’s mouth and ass.

Nathan kept it slow, barely thrusting, and sometimes pausing to just enjoy the heat that surrounded his cock. He loved Peter like this; exhausted but still willing to do whatever Nathan wanted. His brother’s body was made for fucking. He swiveled his hips and leaned down to brush lips over Peter’s chest. He could do this all night, but took pity on Peter.

He sped up a little and shivered. His balls tightened and he came with a deep sigh. Nathan rested his forehead against Peter’s for a moment before making his way to the bathroom. He cleaned up, then cleaned Peter. He wanted to lay in the bed with Peter and go to sleep, but Candice, Eden and Hana were still out and he had to go keep an eye on them and collect their money.

He dressed in black slacks and a dark blue sweater. He made a note on his phone to go to the bank tomorrow. He needed to make another deposit in his Cayman account. Out in the living room Nathan collected his keys and locked the door. Peter would be fine. He walked a few blocks and spotted Eden getting out of a car.

She saw him and her hips swayed hypnotically as she walked over, earning more than a few car horns for her nearly nude outfit. Nathan just hoped she wouldn’t catch cold. She handed him a wad of cash out of her small silver purse. It matched her small silver halter-top and small silver skirt. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing panties. She looked him up and down and smirked. “Where’s Peter?”

Nathan watched the cars that drove up and down the street. “Had a group thing earlier. He’s in bed now.” He gave her a quick kiss on her forehead. “Work for two more hours, then come see me before you go home.”

Her home was an apartment in the same building as his and Peters’, but on the floor below. He owned it, and another apartment that was directly across from his.

Eden nodded and sashayed to a small blue sedan that waited for her. Nathan continued his walk, observing the familiar hookers and hustlers. He saw two new ones and wondered if they already had someone looking out for them. He might talk to them tomorrow night, see what was what.

It was better to let new people get a taste of working on the street and then approach them, full of sincerity and the desire to help. Nathan smirked. For a percentage of their money, that is.

He spotted Hana and Candice standing near their favorite bus stop. They were chatting and laughing, until they saw him. He stopped next to them. “Ladies, how are things? Any problems?”

Hana shook her head. She never talked much, but Nathan didn’t care. As long as she did her job and gave him the money, she didn’t have to talk. He was a good judge of people and figured Hana would either leave the business in about six months or start using drugs. She was tough, but hooking quickly wore you out and wore you down. Despite what people might think, he hoped she found something better and got out.

His time for getting out had passed a long time ago. Ever since he’d made the decision and got into his first car, he hadn’t regretted it. Much. The money helped take care of Peter and between selling drugs and selling ass, he’d picked the one he thought he could better control. Hana handed him some money while Candice smirked and blew him a kiss. She twirled around in a circle, showing off her catholic schoolgirl outfit. “You like?”

Nathan studied it; black shoes, white knee socks, tiny green and blue plaid skirt and white shirt. Her hair was done up in two brown ponytails. Candice loved to play dress-up and that was fine with him. Hookers needed something to distinguish them from all the other ones that hooted and hollered at the cars. He gave her a brief smile and said, “Yes, it’s very nice.”

She gave him what was supposed to be a sexy look and stepped closer. “I can come by later, show you some other outfits I bought. How about it?”

Nathan knew that if that happened, Peter would pitch a fit. He really disliked Candice and would reach for a knife if he ever caught Nathan fucking her. Nathan wasn’t interested anyway, and he knew Candice wasn’t either. She didn’t like men, and actually despised them for paying her to have sex with them. Nathan knew other hookers with that same attitude.

He moved closer and pulled her to him with an arm around her waist. He brushed her lips with his, before putting his mouth against her ear. “That sounds like a wonderful idea, however, I have no desire to test Eden’s cheerful disposition, nor my brother’s.”

Candice pulled away, her eyes showing surprise.

Nathan smirked. “Did you think I didn’t know? You’ve been sleeping with her for three weeks. She might understand the tricks you turn, but she wouldn’t understand me. Let’s keep this on a professional level.”

He held out his hand and Candice shrugged and handed over her money. He told them the same thing he’d told Eden and walked away. He was a few steps from his favorite diner when he heard a muffled groan. He peered into the alley and saw one man hurrying away, while the other crumpled to the ground.

Nathan sighed. He did not need this. He looked around. No cop cars; probably all on their break eating donuts or getting free head from one of the hookers. He kept one hand in his pocket on his knife. Knives were a lot quieter than guns. He entered the alley and reached the man. It was near pitch black so Nathan had no choice but to drag the man out of the alley. They seemed to be the same height, though from the brief contact, the man felt underweight.

Nathan laid the man at the entrance of the alley and looked him over. He was Indian, with smooth skin and inky black hair. He would have been handsome except for the bruised lips, and blood seeping out of a cut on his forehead. Nathan lightly slapped him. “Hey? You hurt anywhere else? That guy stab you?”

The man shook his head and opened pain-filled eyes. “He disliked paying for my services.”

Nathan frowned and looked at the man’s clothes. They were pretty regular, nothing too tight to show off what he was selling. “You hooking?”

The man shivered and closed his eyes. “Regrettably, yes. If you’ll help me up, I’ll be on my way.”

Nathan helped him up, but when the man staggered, Nathan held on to his hand. “What’s your name?”

The man blinked and squinted at Nathan. “It’s Mohinder. I need to go. My rent is past due and the landlord wants money or me.” He shuddered. “I’d rather give him money.”

Nathan let Mohinder’s hand go. “Maybe I can help with that. Where do you live?”

Nathan liked the guy’s accent. It was very nice and he knew plenty that would pay for it alone. Mohinder frowned and looked around for a landmark. “About three blocks north.”

Nathan frowned. That was pretty skeevy territory. Mostly druggies and older prostitutes hung around that area. Nathan led Mohinder down the street with one hand on his elbow. “At the Lora?”

Mohinder nodded and didn’t object as Nathan pulled him up the stairs to Nathan’s apartment. In the elevator, Nathan placed a call to The Haitian. When he picked up, Nathan said, “Hey. Get over to the Lora. Pay the manager the rent for Mohinder…” He looked at Mohinder for the rest of the information. Mohinder leaned against the elevator wall and coughed.

“Suresh. Apartment 25.”

Nathan repeated it and snapped the phone shut. The Haitian would take care of it and Nathan would pay him tomorrow. They both owed the other more favors than either cared to count. The elevator opened and Nathan helped a weaker Mohinder into the apartment. He put him on the dark brown couch and went to collect a first aid kit.

When he got back, Mohinder was where he’d left him. He washed Mohinder’s face and unbuttoned his shirt. There were no bruises on the nicely defined chest. Nathan tapped him on the chest. “Hey, don’t fall asleep. You might have a concussion. You want a hospital?”

He’d carried Mohinder home to avoid a hospital, but if the guy thought he needed to go, Nathan would find someone to take him.

Mohinder shook his head. “No, no hospital. Just some aspirin and then I can go home.”

Nathan pulled out some Tylenol. “I think you should stay here. I’ll keep an eye on you. What if you run into that man again? Do you know who he was?”

Mohinder wouldn’t meet Nathan’s eyes and Nathan understood. Mohinder did know the guy. He waited. Mohinder continued to be silent while accepting the water and pills. Nathan laid a hand on his shoulder. “He a regular? He get too involved?”

Mohinder studied him closer and Nathan didn’t speak. Mohinder pulled away and tried to sit up. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

Nathan gently pushed Mohinder back down onto the couch. “Yeah, you should have asked that a lot sooner. It’s Nathan Petrelli. You got a handler?”

It wouldn’t hurt to get Mohinder to agree tonight to being represented by him. The man had a certain desperate aura about him and Nathan was nothing if not an opportunist. He could have him moved into an apartment by tomorrow and out on the street the next night. Nathan would need a description of the guy and some other stuff, but he could see it happening and that instinct was what helped Nathan be as successful as he was.

Mohinder was now looking at him in suspicion. “I’ve heard of you. You’re a pimp. I don’t need a pimp. I have enough problems.”

Nathan gave Mohinder his patented ‘I care about you’ smile. “If you’d had someone looking out for you, this might not have happened. Why don’t you hear what I have to say before making up your mind?”

He didn’t wait for Mohinder to agree. That was a bad selling technique. You always went on as if they’d given permission. “I collect your money a few times a night. You get some of it back for things you need. I own two apartments and you can stay in one. As for rent, don’t worry about it. If you’re with me there is no rent, and I don’t expect you to entertain me with sex as some kind of payment.”

Nathan patted Mohinder’s leg and said, “Just think about it. You can stay here and we’ll get you home sometime tomorrow.”

Mohinder drank more water and seemed more alert. Nathan was glad he didn’t seem sleepy. He turned on the television and flipped the channels. “Anything you want to watch, just let me know.”

Mohinder stayed silent, so Nathan left it on some movie channel. When Eden knocked on the door he let her in and introduced her to Mohinder. Nathan knew the other man watched while Eden handed Nathan money and then sat with him as he did his nightly tally. Hana and Candice showed up just as Nathan finished with Eden’s records. He collected more money and gestured at Mohinder. “That’s Mohinder, he may be joining us.”

Mohinder disagreed while Candice said, “Hi, new guy. Love your accent.” She hurried out, eager to spend time with Eden. Hana murmured a, “Hello,” before she sat with Nathan and waited. A few minutes later, she was gone too. Nathan did a few more financial machinations before closing down the coded program.

Mohinder regarded him silently for a few minutes before he asked, “They don’t seem terrorized. Do you have any men on your roster?”

Nathan nodded while he fixed himself a drink. Now he could relax a bit before crawling into bed with Peter. “Isaac, he’s a part time painter trying to be a full time junkie. And my brother, Peter.”

Mohinder looked at him in shock. “Your brother? Why would you make your brother sell himself?”

Nathan sat down next to Mohinder. “It’s a long story. Suffice it to say my brother is very stubborn and if he weren’t working for me, he’d still be working. This way I know where and when.” He took a sip and let the alcohol warm his body. “What’s your story? You don’t strike me as the rent boy type.”

He waited. Nathan read people pretty well and sensed Mohinder wanted to talk to someone who wouldn’t judge him. Mohinder sighed and ran one hand through his hair. “I’m not. Or I never thought of myself as that type. I never thought I’d do something like this at all. I came here looking for my father. I didn’t find him, but I found a lot of trouble. I needed money.” He shrugged. “Now I can’t go home. My friends will want to know what I’ve been doing and many of them will know if I lie.”

Nathan sipped more of his drink. “If you really want to return home, I can help. Employment records can be falsified. Employees can be paid to tell anyone who checks that you worked for me as an apartment manager.” He put his cup down. “Of course, you do know I would want something from you.”

Nathan loved the moment he knew he had someone. This moment was no different. Mohinder’s body language was open, resigned, and Nathan smiled, happy that he’d gotten his way again. “Work for me for a year. After that, I’ll buy you a first class ticket to wherever you want to go. Plus, a fake work history. No one else is going to do that for you.”

Mohinder nodded and Nathan rubbed the other man’s shoulder. He took out his phone and dialed the Haitian back. “You pay that rent yet? Ha, you know me so well. Yes, change of plans. Get everything out of the apartment and bring it by here tomorrow.”

He hung up and focused on Mohinder. The man would definitely make him a lot of money. That cultured voice would make his customers think they had class. He wondered if he should put Mohinder strictly on hotel duty, or contact a few lonely women who were always ready for a new distraction. “Tell me about the guy.”

Nathan liked to be prepared.

Mohinder sighed and tucked his feet underneath him. “A regular customer as you’d guessed. His name’s Gabriel, or Sylar, as he liked to be called. He seemed quiet and harmless at first. As time went on, I began to see he was unstable. He believed himself in love with me and that I returned his feelings. He’d built this whole fantasy world where he ‘saved’ me from my profession and gave me something better.”

Mohinder laughed bitterly. “Maybe I did need saving, but certainly not by him. I finally told Sylar three nights ago I would no longer see him.” Mohinder gently brushed a finger over his cut lip. “This was his response.”

That decided Nathan. He’d make a few calls and get Mohinder some cushy hotel jobs, keep him off the street for a few weeks. There was no way to know for sure if Mohinder moving would deter the guy, or make him more determined. He’d put out some feelers, see if this guy had stalked other workers before. “You have any objections to working some of the hotels?”

“No, not at all.”

Nathan wanted another drink but decided against it. “How about women? You have any problems fucking them?”

Mohinder smiled shyly. That amused Nathan and he made a mental note to find out how long Mohinder had been out on the streets.

“No, I like women.”

Nathan patted Mohinder’s thigh. He was tempted to sample, but he was tired and wanted answers to a few things first. “Good. You can sleep here tonight and tomorrow we’ll get you moved in, give you all the rules and expectations.”

He got Mohinder a pillow and a sheet and closed the door to his and Peter’s room. No need to shock the poor man anymore tonight. Peter slept the sleep of someone heavily medicated. Abigail did have the best drugs available. Nathan undressed and stretched out beside Peter’s warm body.

Tomorrow Peter would press for two days off and Nathan had already decided to give them to him. They were having a good week. As long as no one got arrested and needed bail, they would make a good profit. He had to decide what to do about Isaac. He was being uncooperative and was too high to be of any use to Nathan. He’d ask Peter his advice later. He brushed a hand through Peter’s hair before he closed his eyes and ordered his busy mind to relax.

~

Peter yawned and burrowed deeper into the covers. He was warm and comfortable, except for the fact that he had to use the bathroom very badly. He grimaced and got up. Once he used the bathroom he decided he was thirsty. Out in the living room a man was asleep on the couch. Peter studied him for a few minutes before shuffling to the kitchen and grabbing some water. He wanted coffee but was still contemplating going back to sleep.

The man on the couch mumbled and moved in his sleep. Peter moved closer and looked him over. Face a little battered. Pretty. Nathan wasn’t the type to bring home strays. This one must be special. Peter wondered if Nathan already had him agreeing to turn tricks. Peter finished his water just as the phone rang. He picked it up on the second ring and rolled his eyes. The ID said ‘Niki.’

He answered the phone. “What?”

Peter made himself comfortable in their small dining room.

“Let me speak to Nathan.”

Peter yawned. “He’s asleep. What do you want?”

She hesitated and Peter laughed hatefully. She didn’t want to talk to him. She wanted to try and sweet talk Nathan out of some money.

“What’s the matter?” Peter taunted. “Can’t dirty yourself like the rest of us? Rather try and flash that pretty smile at Nathan?”

She hissed, “Just tell Nathan to call me.”

Peter sighed. “Whatever.”

He hung up and scrawled a short message for Nathan on the pad beside the phone. His brother would be upset if he found out Niki called and Peter forgot. She probably needed bail money or something. He smirked. After her last ‘loan’ from Nathan, she’d agreed to never ask for money again.

That promise had lasted for a year. This time, Nathan would make her work in a strip club, or some of the hotels he had arrangements with. There was always a lonely executive away from home eager to try things he’d never ask his darling wife to do.

“Are you Nathan’s brother?”

Peter looked at the man on the couch. His voice was smooth, different. Oh yeah, Nathan would be all over that voice. He wondered if Nathan would have the guy do some phone sex. “Yes, I’m Peter. And you are?”

The man sat up and grimaced as Peter moved closer. “I’m Mohinder Suresh. Your brother helped me out last night.”

Peter sat carefully next to him on the couch. His entire backside was aching. “Customer get too rough?”

Mohinder nodded and reached for his glass of water. It was empty so Peter picked it up. “I’ll get you some water.” He refilled it and brought it back. Mohinder took a pain pill and closed his eyes.

Peter studied him and asked, “My brother make you an offer yet?”

If he hadn’t, then Nathan was slipping. Nathan had a persuasive charm that at times was scary.

He smiled at the rueful grin Mohinder gave him. “Yes, he did, a very intriguing one. I agreed.”

Peter laughed. “Of course you did. He’s a pretty convincing guy.”

Three years later and Peter was still amazed that Nathan had come pretty close to talking a Priest into running away with him. Peter grabbed the remote. He wondered if he’d have to give Mohinder the ‘hands off Nathan’ speech. He’d wait and see how they interacted.

A buzz sounded and Peter answered it. He got a nearly silent mumble that had him pushing the release to their building’s front door. A few minutes later The Haitian was at the door with Mohinder’s things. Peter let him in and said, “This is James. Jimmy doesn’t say much, but he can talk. Jimmy, this is Mohinder.”

Mohinder gave The Haitian a small wave that was ignored. He dropped Mohinder’s things by the door and looked at Peter. Peter stared back, then raised one eyebrow. “Did you want a tip?”

The Haitian gave him a disbelieving look before he left. Peter chuckled and closed the door. He was fully awake now so he might as well eat something. “Hey, I’m fixing something to eat. You want anything?”

“No, no thank you.”

Peter shrugged and fixed a sandwich. It was only a little after ten in the morning and Nathan was usually up by noon, so Peter had nothing to do until then. He could go visit Abigail, but her enthusiasm sometimes wore him out. Best drug maker in the city and Peter loved her pain pills. She also had a drug that made him fuck like a rabbit, but he rarely used that one.

With nothing pressing to do, Peter sat in the living room with Mohinder and watched game shows. They talked about immaterial things while Peter waited for his second pain pill to start working.

“Do you know where I’ll be staying?”

“Nathan owns two other apartments in the building. They’re both two bedrooms so you’ll have your own room. Don’t bring tricks to your place. Nathan give you all the rules yet?”

Mohinder seemed interested. “No, no he didn’t. He only said I’d be working hotels to begin with.”

Peter nodded his head. “I can see that. You look pretty classy. I bet you haven’t been doing this for long, right?”

Mohinder sighed and rubbed his jaw. “Feels like a long time.”

“Yeah, yeah it can. Let’s see. Blow jobs are forty whether they want you to do it or want to do you, fucks are a hundred and if they want to fuck you, it’s one twenty-five.”

Mohinder frowned. “That seems like a lot.”

Peter stretched and felt something in his back pop back into place. “It is, but you have to set a certain standard. Oh and condoms, condoms always. If you got someone, girlfriend, boyfriend, that’s personal and between you two, but with johns it’s condoms. Hotel jobs are pretty straightforward. Collect your money, do what they pay you to do, and leave. Some of them like a little romance and they want to talk.”

Peter turned his head from side to side and sighed with pleasure. His neck felt better. He continued. “You can tell them the truth or make something up. It’s better to have a story ready and practiced. These people don’t want the truth, even if they say they do.” He settled back down onto the sofa. “Any questions?”

Mohinder opened his mouth to speak, paused, and then closed his mouth. “No, not really.”

Peter smiled and gave Mohinder a flirtatious look. “You’re lying. Ask.”

“Will your brother really let me leave in a year?”

Peter lay his head on the back of the sofa and thought about it. “Yeah, he will. He might try and convince you to stay, but if he said a year, he meant it. How long you been doing this?”

Mohinder studied his own hands. “Five months.”

Peter nodded knowingly. “Well you’re not new after that long. I won’t ask you how you got into all this. Sometimes that’s a very painful question.”

Mohinder smiled briefly in thanks.

Peter stood and gestured at his bedroom. “I’m going to wake Nathan and see where he wants to put you.”

In the dark bedroom, Nathan was still asleep. After Peter shook him a few times and asked him about Mohinder, he grumbled and muttered, “Put him in the apartment across the hall. Isaac is hardly there and the girls might be nervous around him. We might need to see him in action later tonight.”

Peter smirked. That last part probably wasn’t for him; just Nathan planning stuff in his head, but Peter would have no problem spending an hour or two in bed with Mohinder. He headed out and grabbed the spare apartment key.

Peter helped Mohinder get squared away. Before Peter left Mohinder in his new place, Mohinder said, “Thank you. Be sure to ask your brother about Sylar. I would not want either of you to run into him without sufficient warning.”

“I will. Get some rest. If you need anything come knock on our door.”

Back in his apartment, Peter settled down on the couch for a nap. Just before he dozed off, someone knocked on the door. Peter got up and grumbled as he opened the door. He expected it to be Niki, but it was a man. Peter looked him over quickly. Dark hair, thick eyebrows, quiet, with his hands tucked into the pockets of a light brown jacket. He looked harmless, but Peter had spent too much time on the street to trust anyone.

“Yes?”

He tried to peek around Peter, but Peter deliberately lounged in the doorway, a smirk on his face.

The man’s eyes snapped back to Peter’s. “I’m Gabriel. I’m looking for a friend of mine, Mohinder? May I talk to him?”

Peter kept one hand on the door while his other hand moved casually towards the alarm system each apartment came equipped with. He cocked his head to the side and gave Gabriel his best-puzzled look.

“I don’t know anyone by that name.”

Gabriel’s smile disappeared and he stepped closer. “I know he’s here. Either let him come to the door, or I will come in.”

Peter didn’t move or back up. He’d seen men with the look Gabriel had in his eye. He never went off with a john that had a glint in their eyes like this man had. He’d seen others go off with them and never come back. He smiled. “I have my hand on a button that will bring the police here in less than two minutes. You want to try and come in now?”

Gabriel was furious and Peter was ready to slam the door and press the button when a voice behind him ordered, “Move Peter.”

Peter moved back until their doorway was wide open and Nathan had a clear view. Peter glanced quickly at his brother before looking back at their unwelcome guest. His brother was dressed in a pair of dark blue pants and held a semi-automatic handgun that was pointed at Gabriel.

Nathan spoke, his voice calm and deadly. “This guy you’re looking for? He’s not here. Leave. If you don’t, I will shoot you. The silencer on this gun means no one will hear it and come to investigate before you bleed to death. We clear?”

Gabriel backed up and gave them each a furious look. “You can’t keep us apart! We belong together. We have a future together.”

Nathan stepped closer, the arm holding the gun braced by his other hand. “I hope for this guy’s sake that he’s a long way from here. Leave.”

He left and Peter shut the door. He watched Nathan call down to the front desk to make sure Gabriel left the building. After he hung up he turned to Peter and pulled him closer. Peter accepted the brief kiss. It made his entire body tingle and the adrenaline from the confrontation made him feel high. “You look pretty hot with that gun, big brother.”

Nathan snorted and headed for the bedroom. He stored the gun in a nightstand drawer. “I should, considering the time and money it took to learn how to shoot it.” He wiped a hand over his face. “That was Sylar. Call Mohinder and tell him not to leave the apartment.”

Peter nodded and made the phone call. He’d given Mohinder a spare cell phone. Their newest employee sounded nervous but agreed he wouldn’t leave the apartment. Peter headed for the kitchen and made Nathan a sandwich while his brother read the message from Niki and groaned.

He sat a plate in front of Nathan and grunted when Nathan pulled him down onto his lap. “I’m not that little anymore.”

Nathan bit into his sandwich and rubbed Peter’s back. After he swallowed he said, “Yeah, but you occasionally like to sit on me. What do you think I should do about Niki?”

Peter ate one of the potato chips on Nathan’s plate. “Put her in a strip club and have her do tricks on the side. Or have her work some hotels. She’s not going to want to do either one, but if she wants money tell her that’s what she has to do. Not like she hasn’t done it all before.”

Nathan nodded and sipped his coffee. “That’s my idea too.” He picked his phone up and Peter listened as he talked to Niki. He knew that by the way Nathan was talking that she was trying to get money out of him without having to work it off. She always tried to sweet talk Nathan out of cash, and most of the time it worked.

Anyone else and Nathan would have told them no, or had them out on the streets repaying what they’d borrowed on their backs. Niki thought that because she and Nathan had had a relationship, she was special.

She’d appeared on the scene while Peter was in what he thought of as prison. Thank god, Peter had finally managed to get kicked out of that boarding school Nathan had forced him to go to. He’d only been sixteen, but he’d seen Niki as a weakness for Nathan and had quickly brought Nathan to his senses with arguments and yelling. There may have been a few slaps at Nathan in there too.

“That’s the deal, Niki. Take it or leave it.” Nathan hung up and ate more of his sandwich. Peter got off his lap and went into the living room. Nathan was always pissy after talking to Niki, and Peter preferred not getting into an argument with him right now. His favorite show was on and he settled down to find out what was happening. He dozed during the show and only woke up, as it was going off. His brother was in a chair making notes on his laptop and sipping water.

Peter stretched. He was still sore from the night before, but he felt better. “I had the weirdest dream I was flying.”

Nathan smirked. “How Freudian. Next you’ll be dreaming about cigars.”

Peter snorted and wiggled his fingers. “It felt real. I got that feeling in my stomach you get on roller coasters.”

Nathan studied him for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. “Don’t worry about it. Everyone has those kinds of dreams.”

Peter dismissed the fading memory of standing on nothing and cold air whipping through his hair. “Were you serious about taking Mohinder for a spin?”

Nathan frowned and closed the laptop. “Did I say that?”

Peter laughed and sprawled into his brother’s lap. He flung one arm around Nathan’s neck. “Yeah, this morning; not a bad idea either. See how he reacts to us and other things.”

Nathan’s hand moved between Peter’s legs and squeezed his cock. “You up for it?”

Peter pretended to think about it. When Nathan’s hand slid inside Peter’s jogging pants, Peter hummed in pleasure. “You keep doing that and I might not have any left for Mohinder.”

Peter let Nathan turn and move him until he straddled his brother’s lap, a knee on each side of Nathan’s hips. Nathan kissed him and Peter licked at Nathan’s tongue before getting it between his teeth. He pressed down then let it go. Nathan pulled away and stuck his hands down the back of Peter’s jogging pants and squeezed his ass. “We’ll worry about Mohinder later.”

Peter let his hands travel over Nathan’s chest. Then focused on his nipples. He pulled at them and brushed his thumbs over them again and again. Nathan murmured nonsense sounds and groaned as if in pain when Peter leaned down to lick at his chest. Peter licked up and down Nathan’s neck before he trailed back to his mouth and kissed him. His entire body was on fire. Peter moaned and promised, “Only you can do this to me.”

Peter held still as Nathan gripped his hair and kissed him. He jerked as Nathan’s hand closed over his cock and stroked it. He’d learned to split what he did for money and what he and Nathan did into two different categories. His words were true. He fucked no one else for free these days and had no desire to. He kissed Nathan’s jaw and lightly licked his scar. The scar was one of the reasons they’d had a big fight when Peter was seventeen.

Nathan had been laid up in bed for two weeks while Peter did his job for him. The women had laughed and argued about handing over their money to a little boy. They quickly learned that Peter had a vicious side. He saw those two weeks as a test as to whether or not he could survive and be successful. Plus, he’d do anything for Nathan.

The rivals that had slashed up Nathan had disappeared after Nathan had made a few phone calls. It had helped cement Nathan’s determination in the eyes of others to remain on top of his business dealings.

Nathan groaned and Peter kissed him, thrusting his tongue into Nathan’s mouth again and again. Nathan hadn’t put on a shirt and Peter sucked the hot skin on Nathan’s breastbone into his mouth. He was just about to stand and shuck off his clothes when his cell phone rung. He sighed and grabbed it. They had to answer in case it was more trouble with that Sylar guy.

The ID said it was Mohinder. Peter smirked and answered. Mohinder said something, but Peter interrupted and said, “Come get another pain pill. Plus, Nathan and I need a demonstration or two about what you can do. That sound okay to you?” Peter held back a groan as Nathan’s teeth latched on to one of his nipples. He barely heard Mohinder’s shocked, “Yes.”

Peter hung up and tossed the cell phone onto the couch. “Mohinder’s coming over,” he gasped.

Nathan laughed. “I heard.” He lifted Peter off of him. “Make sure we got enough of everything in the bedroom.”

Back in the bedroom, Peter straightened up and checked the condoms and lube. He didn’t know if the handcuffs, cock ring, and blindfold were going to be needed, but he made sure they were clean. He heard Mohinder knock on the door and listened as his brother opened the door. They appeared at the door a few seconds later.

Nathan had a small smirk on his face. He was carrying a bottle of liquor and Mohinder held three glasses. Their guest looked around the room and looked at Peter, a question on his face. Peter took the glasses from him and set them on the dresser. “It’s exactly how it looks Mohinder.” He kissed his brother again, deep and slow, before turning to look at Mohinder. “I think you know, like we do, that there are worse things out there than our very consensual relationship.”

Mohinder studied them both for a moment before nodding. “You’re right. I just wasn’t expecting this.”

Peter guessed that even if Mohinder did have a problem with it, he wouldn’t voice it. Nice, safe place to live, and the potential to be off the streets made a lot of people keep their opinions to themselves.

Peter moved closer to him and wrapped one arm around Mohinder’s waist. “It can be a shock, but let’s get down to why you’re here.” He kissed Mohinder and when Mohinder opened his mouth, Peter pushed his tongue into the dry mouth. He avoided the puffy bruise and let his tongue wander for a few minutes, before pulling away. Mohinder had one arm around Peter’s waist and Peter rubbed his thigh against Mohinder’s erection.

Nathan sat in a chair and watched them. Peter threw him a sultry look before pressing down on Mohinder’s shoulders. He didn’t need to do anything else. Mohinder sank to his knees and pulled Peter’s pants down. His grip was gentle but strong. He licked and sucked at Peter before deep-throating him with no problem.

Peter sighed and placed one hand on the back of Mohinder’s head. He concentrated on not coming while looking at his brother. The flare of lust that provoked wasn’t helping Peter, so he closed his eyes. After a few more minutes he pushed Mohinder away. He tilted his head at the bed. “Get undressed and get on the bed.”

He watched Mohinder for signs of reluctance or shyness but didn’t see any. That was good. He wondered if Mohinder could role-play and pretend to be shy or hesitant. That might come in handy and Peter made a mental note to check. Nathan still hadn’t said anything, but during these type of ‘auditions’ he rarely did. He trusted Peter to this part of the ‘interview,’ though he might make suggestions.

Peter prepared Mohinder, his fingers slick and steady as he opened Mohinder up. He brushed over Mohinder’s prostate a few times until he got a shiver from the other man. Peter reached around and stroked Mohinder’s erection. Then he pushed in and started to thrust. Mohinder groaned and Peter sped up while thinking and judging the tightness of their new employee’s body, how smooth and hot his skin was and the pretty sounds Mohinder made as Peter fucked him.

He twisted his fingers and rubbed a thumb roughly over the head of Mohinder’s dick. When Mohinder groaned again and came, Peter gripped one of Mohinder’s hips and willed himself to come. Three more ragged thrusts and he did. He held on to the base of the condom and pulled out. He briefly touched Mohinder’s shoulder in reassurance of a job well done.

Peter looked at Nathan and quirked an eyebrow. “That enough, or do you want me to do something else?”

Nathan had one leg crossed over the other. He met Peter’s eyes and he smiled. “No, the basic’s enough.” He glanced at Mohinder who was sprawled out naked on the bed. “Mohinder, I’m going to make some calls tonight and let you know when your first job will be. Now, as for clothes, you need to look a certain way when entering these hotels. Peter is going to see what you have and if you need some additional outfits he’ll take you to a few places. Don’t worry about the costs.”

Nathan tapped a finger against his lips. “As a matter of fact, Peter, take him to Maria’s for a full treatment; hair, face, nails, get it all done.”

Peter pulled his jogging pants back on. “Can I get some stuff done too?”

Nathan rolled his eyes and sighed. “Yes, but first check out the clothes and shoes, then call Maria for an appointment. Don’t leave the building until I get some information about Sylar’s whereabouts.”

Nathan left them to their own devices and headed for the bathroom. Peter heard the shower turn on. Mohinder was still on the bed. Peter sat beside him and rubbed his back. “You okay? Did I wear you out?” He laughed.

Mohinder shook his head. He looked at Peter, his eyes sad. He laughed too, but his was quieter. “I just never thought this would be my life. Doing these types of things, listening to someone make decisions about me with no desire for my input.”

Peter kissed Mohinder’s shoulder in commiseration. “If you don’t like something, you have to speak up. Nathan’s very ‘do what I say’ but if you talk to him, he can change his mind.” He knew that decisions about clothes were not what Mohinder meant, but Peter wasn’t going to agree when it put him in opposition with his brother. This was Mohinder’s life right now and the faster he got used to it, the better off he’d be. Peter got up and threw Mohinder’s clothes at him. “Come on, let’s go look at your clothes. I got the feeling you’re going to need a lot.”

An hour later, Peter had a list ready. He called Nathan from Mohinder’s apartment. Nathan was leaving out to run some errands. He okayed the shopping and the trip to Maria’s. “The Haitian’s doing a follow up on Sylar for me. It should be safe for you two to go out, but be alert.” Peter promised and Nathan continued. “And Peter, don’t come home with more leather pants. Seven pairs are enough.”

Peter laughed and promised. He hung up and waited for Mohinder to finish getting ready. Outside, Peter’s eyes swung from person to person, keeping an eye out for Sylar. Inside the first store they stopped at, he picked out three outfits for Mohinder and made him go try them on. His phone rang before Mohinder came back out.

The caller ID said ‘Nathan,’ but when he said hello, Sylar, smug and arrogant, spoke. “Bring Mohinder to the roof of the Shane building on 5th and Robertson. If you don’t, the next time you see your brother you’ll be claiming his body in the morgue.”

The phone clicked and Peter slowly hung it up. Mohinder came out and frowned at the look on Peter’s face.

“What’s happened?”

Peter gestured at the dressing room. “Change back, quick. We gotta go. Sylar has my brother. Peter dialed the number he had under ‘James’ and reached The Haitian. “Sylar just called me. Said he had Nathan. Meet me in front of the Shane building.”

He hung up and dragged Mohinder out of the store. He hailed a cab and pushed Mohinder inside.

Peter furiously tried to think of a plan. The roof thing told him Sylar really wanted to control his surroundings and probably intended for no one to come off of it alive, not even Mohinder. He wasn’t giving Mohinder to the bastard, but Peter needed him along.

Before Peter was ready, the Shane building loomed up in front of them. He paid the cab driver and took a deep breath. He had to think. This guy was crazy. Crazy could be dealt with, bargained with. He had to believe that. The only thing the man wanted was Mohinder. Peter took the stairs, Mohinder frantically questioning him about the plan. Peter had reassured him in the cab ride over that they were not on their way to trade Mohinder for Nathan.

On the landing before the stairs that led to the rooftop door, Peter turned to Mohinder. “Hit me.”

Mohinder pulled away. “What?”

“Hit me. I have to convince Sylar that you fought coming here, and I had to hide you somewhere in the building. So hit me.”

The fist to his face knocked Peter backwards, but he recovered quickly. He touched his cheek and the pain flared bright and raw.

“Okay, you stay here. Don’t come up, no matter what.” Peter pulled out his phone. “Here. Call the cops if I don’t come back in about fifteen minutes.” He met Mohinder’s eyes for a moment before climbing the steps and opening the rooftop door.

Outside, the cold wind penetrated his clothes. Peter tucked his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. He looked around and wondered if Sylar was up here with Nathan. Then the lunatic stepped out from behind a huge air conditioning unit. He smiled maniacally, his teeth white in the dimming sunlight.

“I knew you’d come for your filthy brother. Where’s Mohinder?”

Peter waved a hand at the rooftop door, then at his face. “He figured out what was going on. Got a little difficult. I had to knock him out. I have him stashed in a storage closet. Where’s Nathan?”

"Part two"