Ficlet: Infinite, Nathan/Peter (Heroes)
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wersheep who requested some Nathan/Peter in Nathan's office. You all know me so well.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer:Not mine
Spoilers: No
Timeline: Pre-series
Nathan glided a hand across Peter's back, tracing the dip of his spine with a thumb. His brother was beautiful like expensive rare paintings were beautiful, and just like those paintings, Nathan was tempted to make sure no one gazed at Peter without his permission.
If he could have gotten away with it, he'd have kept Peter locked away somewhere, all his, beholden to him for everything.
As it was, he snatched time away from his family, from his job, and from socializing with those that could help advance his career, so that he could lay Peter out on his desk at work and gorge himself on golden skin and tight grips that made them both moan as Nathan slowly fucked him like they had hours and not minutes to do this.
Nathan's hands tightened on Peter's hips as his brother begged, his voice rising and falling in time to the thrusts that had him almost sliding over the cherry wood desk.
"Please, please, Nathan, I need...oh god."
Nathan knew what Peter needed but he didn't touch his brother's cock, not yet. He sped up, the force almost moving the desk while Peter gasped and arched his back, seeking more.
There, that, the all over body shiver, the bending of Peter's neck in submission made Nathan groan in pleasure. There was nothing like doing this with the possibility they could get caught. Maybe deep down that's what he wanted, maybe he'd let it happen one day with the surety that through it all, Peter would still stand by his side, would still let him do this.
Nathan snaked a hand around Peter's waist and stroked his dick, giving him what he wanted and when Peter came, Nathan closed his eyes, shoved deeper, closer, and came too. He allowed himself a moment or two before pulling out and away. Peter sprawled in a boneless heap across his desk made him chuckle.
A few minutes in his private bathroom and Nathan looked like the District Attorney he was and not the man that just got finished screwing his brother senseless. He slapped Peter's ass and only smiled at the sour look that got him.
"Up and at'em, Pete. My assistant is due back in ten minutes. Wouldn't want her to get the wrong idea, would we?"
Peter's eyes darkened, the look in them there and gone in a second, but Nathan saw it, saw the same temptation he felt to let themselves get caught and see what happened and he wondered if all Petrelli's have this foolish streak running through their veins.
Nathan crossed his arms and realized it was up to him to make sure neither of them leaped before looking and destroyed both their lives. He was nowhere near finished with what he wanted out of life and he'd get it and keep it. He'd keep his brother too.
End
wersheep who requested some Nathan/Peter in Nathan's office. You all know me so well.Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer:Not mine
Spoilers: No
Timeline: Pre-series
Nathan glided a hand across Peter's back, tracing the dip of his spine with a thumb. His brother was beautiful like expensive rare paintings were beautiful, and just like those paintings, Nathan was tempted to make sure no one gazed at Peter without his permission.
If he could have gotten away with it, he'd have kept Peter locked away somewhere, all his, beholden to him for everything.
As it was, he snatched time away from his family, from his job, and from socializing with those that could help advance his career, so that he could lay Peter out on his desk at work and gorge himself on golden skin and tight grips that made them both moan as Nathan slowly fucked him like they had hours and not minutes to do this.
Nathan's hands tightened on Peter's hips as his brother begged, his voice rising and falling in time to the thrusts that had him almost sliding over the cherry wood desk.
"Please, please, Nathan, I need...oh god."
Nathan knew what Peter needed but he didn't touch his brother's cock, not yet. He sped up, the force almost moving the desk while Peter gasped and arched his back, seeking more.
There, that, the all over body shiver, the bending of Peter's neck in submission made Nathan groan in pleasure. There was nothing like doing this with the possibility they could get caught. Maybe deep down that's what he wanted, maybe he'd let it happen one day with the surety that through it all, Peter would still stand by his side, would still let him do this.
Nathan snaked a hand around Peter's waist and stroked his dick, giving him what he wanted and when Peter came, Nathan closed his eyes, shoved deeper, closer, and came too. He allowed himself a moment or two before pulling out and away. Peter sprawled in a boneless heap across his desk made him chuckle.
A few minutes in his private bathroom and Nathan looked like the District Attorney he was and not the man that just got finished screwing his brother senseless. He slapped Peter's ass and only smiled at the sour look that got him.
"Up and at'em, Pete. My assistant is due back in ten minutes. Wouldn't want her to get the wrong idea, would we?"
Peter's eyes darkened, the look in them there and gone in a second, but Nathan saw it, saw the same temptation he felt to let themselves get caught and see what happened and he wondered if all Petrelli's have this foolish streak running through their veins.
Nathan crossed his arms and realized it was up to him to make sure neither of them leaped before looking and destroyed both their lives. He was nowhere near finished with what he wanted out of life and he'd get it and keep it. He'd keep his brother too.
End
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thank you
Date: 2009-07-10 03:53 pm (UTC)regards from Germany
Re: thank you
Date: 2009-07-10 04:45 pm (UTC)My own personal hell.
Date: 2009-10-12 09:31 am (UTC)