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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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.