After the Werewolves

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"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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It was a bit different to be kissing as opposed to standing naked in a shower. There was less pressure this way, even with wandering hands moving across his skin and down his back. Peter wriggled a bit, not to dislodge his brother but to get his hands worked in nice and close.

He liked being touched. And he liked, for the moment, not being on his back. He couldn't control anything that way. This was different.

This was better.

He licked across Nathan's lips as he pulled his head back, long, thin fingers gently tugging in Nathan's hair. He liked kissing. A great deal. He liked how Nathan kissed him back, a little dry, but still gently coaxing. "Mmmm," he whimpered, half whined.

He was use to the blow jobs now. It was bad that his mind went right there.

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Nathan could tell Peter was a lot more comfortable in this position, so he decided to use it to his advantage.

"You don't need this," Nathan growled, grabbing Peter's shirt at the hem and pulling it up and over his head swiftly, actually moaning a bit when Peter's bare chest and belly touched his. He rocked his hips shallowly, hard already, Peter getting there. It never seemed to take much when it was Peter, probably a terrible thing, but Nathan didn't care.

He wanted to tear Peter's pants off too, but he didn't want to scare him off by being too demanding or rough; Peter responded better to the slow and gentle approach. Nathan was a quick study for what his lovers liked, and Peter was relatively new to the whole 'sex with a man' thing. Instead he decided to slide both hands into the back of Peter's pants.

Oh, my God, he's not wearing underwear.

Nathan groaned and kissed Peter harder, hands moving over his ass, caressing, then squeezing the muscles lightly.

"I love touching you," he breathed, his mind going way past a blow job.

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Peter said what sounded like a mixture of 'God,' 'shit,' and 'Nathan' all at the same time. He was unsure of himself, he was tired. And he was hornier than he'd even been in his life. Nathan caught his lower lip between his teeth and Peter sighed oh so gently as he slipped his fingers against the rough, short hair that covered his brother's chest.

He pulled his mouth free, panting, eyes half lidded as he gazed down at the man whose eyes he shared, whose jawline matched his own? They were flesh and blood...

Incest was wrong.

Homosexuality was wrong...even if he would never judge someone for it. He just knew it was wrong for him.

Or, he had known.

What was wrong with him?

Peter bowed his head, kitten-tongue lapping against Nathan's entirely masculine chest.

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"Oh, Christ, Peter," Nathan gasped, when Peter's mouth traveled over his chest, tongue poking out to lick at his hair. The sight shocked him and aroused him even further, if that was at all possible. Peter licked across his nipple, a look of contentment on his face, and Nathan shuddered at how strange it felt, how good it felt. He wondered if Peter were brave enough to keep going, work his way down, follow that trail of hair down until that hot tongue reached his--

The thought brought another groan from his throat.

He curved his fingers gently around Peter's buttocks, moving a little deeper between them, pressing Peter down to him while he shamelessly ground his hips upward. He angled his body so that his cock rubbed against Peter's, giving him a different kind of pleasure, maybe put some ideas in his head as well.

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A tingle of fire ran up the younger man's spine as he looked up at Nathan. His cheeks were red, glowing in the dark, and his tongue still hung slightly out of his mouth. He wasn't exactly sure where he was going with this, but holy Christ on high, it was...delicious.

He was not dense. He knew what people would do once things got this far. He still could not fathom doing to Nathan what he'd done twice now. It was all right with his hand, but that was only because it was so similar to touching himself.

He wasn't really sure how comfortable he was with Nathan pulling his buttocks apart, really. His fingers were touching things only toiletpaper had before. That was not to say that this wasn't exciting...because...oh God...it was.

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Nathan moved Peter's thighs apart a bit, smiling slightly at the dazed look on his brother's face. He seemed to be enjoying himself. Nathan reminded himself to go slowly, to let him get used to what no doubt had to be very strange and new to him, his fingers just lightly brushing over the tight ring of muscle there.

He tugged Peter's loose pants down and shifted his body up on his pillow a little so that he could see those perfect round cheeks as he massaged them, dipped his fingers in between them.

"You like that, Peter?" Nathan asked. He didn't want it to be too much, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to control himself. Peter being on top of him forced him to do just that...he guessed Peter knew it, too.

He tapped lightly on Peter's belly, and whispered, "Move up a little. I want to touch you."

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Nathan was touching him already, but he was a bit too far gone to think at the moment. This was embarrassing, being touched like this, stared at like this. It was also incredibly erotic, and that was not something Peter actually wanted to handle at the moment.

The friction was leaving him breathless. He moved onto his knees, balancing forward as he licked and nibbled on Nathan's lips. It had to be the strangest kiss...even Peter had no idea why he felt the need to do something strange like that, but there he was, whining all the while.

"I want you to touch me too," he finally confessed. But that was a no-brainer.

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Nathan smiled as Peter licked and sucked on his lips; he was really getting into it now, moaning and whining with each touch of his fingers on that sensitive place. "Good boy, Peter. Oh, you're gonna like this..."

Once Peter was kneeling above him, Nathan had a perfect angle, his hand moving fluidly from between Peter's buttocks to stroke his cock, and back again, learning what Peter liked through the sounds he made. Even like this, Nathan was still in control. He needed to be.

Peter had been wrong; he absolutely did trust Nathan. He was unlocking secrets to Peter's body that even he wasn't aware of, and wrong or right, Nathan was enjoying every moment of it. How far would Peter let him take this?

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It did not take long for Peter to sway, caught up in sensation and emotion. His long neck was exposed as he tilted back his head, his chin jutting out at a sharp angle, casting shadows from the lights of passing cars outside.

He was a total glutton for pleasure. He happened to be quite sensitive in most of the areas that Nathan was, huffing quietly as his brother tested the waters in each area until the writhing mess that once was Peter Petrelli threatened to topple over.

Nathan was there to catch him with strong arms and lips. Peter's back was supported by the mattress, his long legs propped up on pointed toes as he made sure that Nathan's hands could get absolutely everywhere at once.

"God...oh God..." He'd been chanting something similar for the better part of five minutes before clear fluid dripped like pearls down his rigid and waiting shaft.