The Aphrodisiac Power

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((From here: http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/39775644.html))

Groggy and thinking about Jack, the smell of him on his clothing, the taste of him on his lips, and the excitement of that afternoon with Nathan's drinking lulled Peter down.  His reaction times were usually so spot on, but right now, they were nothing.  Lazily, his head tilted as he tried to figure out what he was going to do about Jack.  The hand under his shift reminded him of the other man, the breath against his neck--

Was Nathan.

"Are you cold?"

Innocent to a fault, Peter pushed himself up on his elbows and frowned lightly at his brother in confusion, especially at the way his lips were moving against the swan-like curve of his neck.  He sucked in a breath, disheveled and pretty.  His eyes swam with a mixture of things -- his brother's lust was magnified inside of him from his empathy, Jack's kissing had set him on fire, and a mixture of disbelief.

"Nathan?"

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Peter's mind was deliciously blank for once. He put his heart and soul into everything he did, leaving him a writhing mess intent only on fucking the mouth wrapped so tightly around him. If it was not for Nathan's stabilizing hand, Peter could have caused some real damage in his lust. Luckily for them both, that was not the case.

A dozen thrusts against the sandwich if Nathan's tongue and the room of his mouth and Peter literally whimpered as he came. He left three little scratch marks on the back of Nathan's neck, thighs trembling and his stomach nice and taut.

He collapsed back, feline like, on the mattress and raised his arms over his head as the chills subsided.

"Mmm," he said, half purring.

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Peter's sound of contentment mirrored Nathan's own thoughts, the half-sweet, half-salty taste of Peter's come lingering in his mouth as he watched his brother stretch out to enjoy his afterglow.

"You know, for someone who had no idea what they were doing, I think you did pretty well," Nathan said, this time letting a full grin spread over his face before dropping a few errant kisses along the tight muscles of Peter's stomach.

He pushed himself up on the bed to lie beside his brother, propping his head up against one of Peter's arms, and lazily ran his hand along his own length, finally easing the intense need he felt for some kind of contact. Maybe when Peter composed himself he'd be interested in reciprocating in some way, but if not, he'd at least be watching. Nathan could get off on that.

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Pleasure's ability to dissolve what they were doing had a way of leaving it forming back up again once it left. All that Peter could think about was Nathan's voice. He kept his eyes closed as this hands moved over his skin and shame followed suit. His pants were around his ankles. He still had his shoes on. And his older brother was laying beside him, teasing slightly.

It was a nightmare.

Peter didn't know if he ought to turn back towards Nathan or away from him. He sat up instead and hurriedly pulled on his pants, standing with his back towards his older brother as he fumbled five times in a row with his belt before he managed to get it back on.

Damn it. God damn it. What had they done?

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Nathan shot upright in his bed, momentarily forgetting about his own need for release when Peter got up and began dressing. He rested his hands on Peter's shoulders and pressed in slightly with his fingertips, trying to turn him around to face him.

"Hey, Pete...what're you doing? What the hell's the matter with you?" He tried not to let the sudden shot of anger infiltrate through the confusion in his voice, but he didn't succeed completely.

Of course Nathan should be angry! What man, or even woman for that matter, had ever accepted something like that from him and then acted like this? Like they wanted to get as far away from him as possible, as quickly as they could?

Your own brother, that's who.

"Fuck," Nathan sighed, pulling Peter into his arms, hugging him to his chest tightly. "I shouldn't have fucking done that. God damn it."

Something that would never change, he supposed. Nathan had once again taken advantage of his brother's trust in him, and used it to hurt him.

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Without a word, Peter turned int Nathan's arms and pressed his face against his bare chest and shoulders. Everything hurt. Absolutely everything. Physically, he was starting to hyperventilate, his joints were on fire, and he wanted nothing more than to claw into Nathan, to sink in his fingernails and cling for dear, sweet life. Tears, however, did not hit his eyes, and his voice did not break, even if he felt his mind shatter just for a moment.

Slowly, his arms fell to his sides. They hung limply. Relestlessly just the same, fingers curled up into fists.

"You love me, right, Nathan?"

His words were muffled against the curve of Nathan's throat.

He didn't doubt his brother. He just needed to know that this didn't change them. Even if it had changed Peter.

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Nathan felt the words more than he actually heard them as Peter's lips moved against his skin, and he had to swallow down a sudden tightness in his throat. He was alarmed by the slackness of Peter's body in his arms, and quite ridiculously he feared that if he let go, Peter would collapse into a heap on the plush carpeting.

He took a breath to answer, but his voice came out weaker than he intended. "Of course..."

Nathan hugged him even tighter, so much that he could feel Peter's heart pounding against his chest, his breaths that came much too fast. He forced the words out, his voice still impossibly thick. "Of course I love you, Peter. You know that. No matter what."

Cupping Peter's face and tilting it upwards so he could look into his eyes, he continued, "You're my brother. Nothing takes that away from you. Not even falling through a goddamn crack in the universe, all right?"

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Peter ventured a smile, his eyelids fluttered before he found that yes, yes he could actually look up into Nathan's eyes and survive it. No God struck them down. They were both alive. Breathing. And Nathan loved him.

He'd just proven it quite distinctly.

Peter's heart swelled and he wrapped his arms fiercely around his big brother's neck and kissed him hard enough to bruise their lips before the taste of himself made him pull back.

He wrinkled his nose.

"That's kinda..." Gross. He tugged at Nathan's hand and pulled him along to the bathroom. "How about no more of that. Damn, I feel bad for my past girlfriends." He offered Nathan a weak smile and sat him on the toilet as he located his toothbrush.

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"You uh...you just kind of get used to it," Nathan said mindlessly, slumping down onto the toilet lid, still completely naked, not even giving a damn. He could feel the start of a spectacular case of blue balls coming on, and he pressed his fist to his forehead, trying to take in a few breaths until the sick feeling passed.

He risked a glance over at Peter, who was looking in the mirror, his brow furrowed, his mouth almost overflowing with toothpaste foam as he brushed his teeth and tongue vigorously.

Nathan really had something to laugh about this time, honestly, but he felt as though he might cry instead.

What the fuck had he been thinking, pressuring Peter into something like that? Selfishly trying to get what he wanted, like usual. Guilt and shame slammed him like a punch in the stomach, and there was no use in fighting it off with a smart comment or a witty joke. Peter's empathy would see right through it.

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Same toothbrush, rinsed and reapplied, Peter crouched in front of his brother -- oh, what a position to be in! -- and thumbed open his mouth as well. Yes, he was planning on brushing Nathan's teeth for him. It was a bit of a reverse there, from when Peter was just a little thing, perched on the sink with kicking feet and submitted to 'Nay-fan' cleaning up his teeth for him.

That little boy was now a twenty-seven year old man who had just came in his brother's mouth.

Peter pantomimed baring his teeth to get Nathan to do the same. He'd probably done this for the patients in his hospice care.

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Nathan pushed Peter's hand away from his face, the shame burning across his cheeks deepening with his anger, now returned, and much, much worse.

Another one of Nathan Petrelli's finely honed defense mechanisms. Instead of being angry at himself for sexually involving himself with his brother almost entirely against his will, he'd just be angry at Peter instead. Even if he was just trying to help.

"What the fuck are you--Give me that, I'm not a fucking child, Peter," he snapped, grabbing the toothbrush out of Peter's hand and shoving it into his mouth. He got up and shoulder-checked Peter roughly out of his way so he could lean over the sink. He scrubbed the taste of his brother's come from his mouth, his breaths coming so hard toothpaste sprayed out and left spots on the mirror.

Nathan swiped a hand across the mirror to wipe them away, but he only succeeded in smearing it. Just as well. He didn't want to see his reflection anyway, not that he really could with tears blurring his vision.

He was not going to cry. No fucking way.

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Peter opened and closed his mouth. He could feel the pain coming from Nathan and he realized just how heartless he was telling his brother that it was disgusting to kiss him after he'd given him pleasure. Peter hadn't meant to be cruel...and though Nathan was cruel himself in the way that he had gone about this whole thing, Peter's guilt complex was well ingrained in him from a Catholic upbringing and a hard nosed mother.

He wouldn't let Nathan cry in front of him.

"I'll be back in a little while," Peter said, finding a fresh shirt ontop of the laundry pile. He left the room, left Nathan.

And went to get some coffee.