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 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.