After the Werewolves

[chimeramimicry]

"After the Werewolves"
Who:  Peter Petrelli & Jack Harkness (Torchwood)


Jack had left him panting.  Where did that kiss come from?  He'd been almost mauled the moment he stepped out of the elevator, shoved back against the wall...  Oh, not that Peter minded.  No.  He loved the way that Jack kissed him, he loved the extreme force behind it.  Peter had been shocked for a moment, but gave right into it, panting, groaning, pulling at that leather jacket.

The bruises that kiss caused healed in moments when Jack pulled away again.  Peter gazed up at him with such dark eyes as Jack swallowed and stepped away from him.  They didn't speak.  Didn't Jack have that other guy he was interested in?  Where did that come from.

"Oh God," he breathed, pressing his face into his hands to calm himself and his heart...  To still his erection.  "Oh God."

He stumbled towards the front door to the apartment he shared with his brother and left himself inside.  He was bloody, as he said he'd been.  Fighting werewolves would do that to you.

"Nathan?"

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[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

You fucking son of a bitch. This was going to end up a mess. He paused, listening for the sound of blows, and rolled his eyes. Brilliant. "Nathan!" Not all that long ago, Jack found Nathan and Peter beating the shit out of each other. The players had traded places now, but the scenario was the same. "Stop it!"

He had just said he'd punch Jack if he saw him again. Evidently he wasn't bluffing.

This is very fucking mature! Peter thought as he slipped his hands into his hair. "Damn it, stop!"

He could make them stop--

But maybe they needed a good brawl. Maybe Peter'd join in. Or maybe he'd just slam the door and let the assholes duke it out.

No, he couldn't do that.

"This is ridiculous! Stop it!"

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Nathan staggered back, the punch to his stomach completely unexpected and almost debilitating. His next breath came in a gasp, and thanks to the adrenaline and the numbing effects of the alcohol, he recovered pretty quickly.

He pulled Jack into the apartment by the collar of his coat and slammed him up into the wall. "Nothing happened? I saw what happened! You had your goddamn tongue halfway down my brother's throat! What, did he need some of that 51st-century CPR again? Keep your fucking hands off him!"

He gripped Jack's collar for leverage and pushed himself back, ready to throw another punch. He could just vaguely hear Peter calling out to them and yelling at them to stop, over the blood rushing in his ears, the rage that nearly consumed him.

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"Your brother is an adult," Jack pointed out, his voice calm, even though his hands were shaking. He was trying desperately not to lash out at Nathan again. He understood why the other man was angry; Peter was his brother. There was more to it than that as well. He remembered the younger man telling him about his confusion with his brother.

"He can choose whether or not he wants me without your consent," he said, realizing that probably wasn't what Nathan wanted to hear, but he was too intoxicated to give a damn. He could feel the blood pounding in his ears; Jack did not like to be manhandled...well, only under special circumstances.

He glanced at Peter, blue eyes full of conflicting emotions: sadness, lust, anger, all combined in a haze of deep, piercing blue. He wanted the younger man, yes, but he also just wanted someone to talk to...someone who didn't know who he used to be.

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

There he went, right off the deep end. Peter could see him make the swan dive and in his head, a little comic-version of himself was giving his brother a perfect 10 in form and posture. "Will you fucking stop already!?" Peter was going to have to get more hands on than he originally wanted to, even though whatever cologne Jack was wearing was starting to really get to him. His tongue actually itched, his lips tingled--

Another time. He could think of it later when his brother's white couch wasn't on the verge of being ruined.

"I'm right here! I'm twenty-seven years old and like I said before, Nathan, I'm not your damned wife!"

Before another punch could be thrown, Peter threw himself between the other two.

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Nathan dropped his hands to his sides and sighed. Peter always liked to get in the middle of things, figuratively and literally. But it made sense, of course; he was the prize, and both Nathan and Jack wanted to win him. Or something to that effect.

But there was a difference here. Nathan loved him. Jack...who knew what his intentions were? His own boss was engaged for Christ's sake, and he flirted shamelessly. Nathan, who had acted that way himself even when he was married, knew what that usually meant.

"I never said you were, Peter. Now you have a choice to make," Nathan said, his voice lowering, trying to calm down. "You can move out of my way so I can escort Mr. Harkness right the fuck out of here, or I can move you myself. Whichever you choose is fine with me."