Brotherly Love

[chimeramimicry]

I'm almost too late.  I can feel the surge of air in the room before I even pry open the door.  We're up at the penthouse level, the suites.  It's high enough for the broken windows to suck the doors closed.  I'm breathless when I push my way inside.  I see the scuffle.  I hear Nathan's labored breathing.  I have no idea what I do exactly.

It goes back to a time when I lost Nathan.  I was young when my brother went off to serve his country in the Navy.  We're thirteen years apart.  It's a lifetime, really.  I didn't understand that my brother would not be there to wake up to anymore, or to climb into his bed when the monsters came.

The monsters have come again.  One in particular.  One I'm not strong enough to fight.  And yet, he leaves Nathan to me. Badly wounded, hardly breathing, sure.  But alive.  I can almost feel my knees give out as I scoop him up to my chest.  I should go after Sylar.  But I can't move from Nathan's side.

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[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

I don't know what's going on in my brother's head. I lost Parkman's ability somewhere along the way this time around, but I have no desire to have it back again. I like having to guess, it makes life...more fun. I feed some more noodles to my brother, leaning in to kiss him as if it's an after thought.

He pauses. I pause. There's a thin layer of grease between out lips, but that just makes it better. I smile, my hand resting on his arm as I sip at my drink. Maybe I'm trying to get drunk. It feels good. I feel safe.

Nathan's got that way about him.

"Let me try again then. How was your day?"

[prezstandsalone.livejournal.com]

I smirk after he pulls away from the kiss. He really has soft lips and the grease just makes them even easier to kiss as well as harder to pull away from.

"Oh I don't know, almost died for the third day in a row....I'm beginning to wonder if someone down there hates my sorry ass."

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

"But we keep bringing you back," I breathe, finishing my glass and setting it aside. I can't hold onto my chopsticks, my glass, and my brother. And right now, the food and Nathan are more important than the liquor. Nathan might end up finishing it all on me if I'm not careful, but it's a risk I'm willing to take. "I'll crawl down to hell and bring you back if I have to."

I'm waxing poetic right now. My fingers slip into his hair as I nibble at his lips, the chopsticks sliding from my fingers as I sigh against his mouth.

[prezstandsalone.livejournal.com]

I pull back and look Peter right in the eye. "Peter I know you love me...but I want you to promise me something...please don't bring me back again....three years of close calls have taught me that maybe I'm meant to die young.

I know it will hurt like hell to lose me, just like it will kill me if you die before I do...but I promise I'll wait for you....for however long it takes I won't go anywhere until you come to me."

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

This warm, happy, fuzzy feeling is absolutely gone as I stare at him. How can he say these things to me, especially now? My heart is aching. Bleeding. It's all I can do to stand staying here with him.

"No!" I didn't mean to shout. Or to get so angry. The alcohol is ruining my perspective, I know this. I hope, deep down, that he knows it too. "I will always...always...al..."

There are tears on my face. I can't believe I'm crying over this.

"I can't lose you again."

[prezstandsalone.livejournal.com]

I pull him back to me tears staining my own face. It hurts to say these things and I'm terrifed to even think about death like this. But one of my fears was dying with saying good bye to my loved ones.

"I know you don't Peter, I know, but I want you to know what my wishes are...Ma won't understand. I just.....I want...."

I press my forehead to Peter's letting our tears mingle.

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

"I want us to stay an us. No more me and you, separated." I'm never been dishonest with him, but this is the first time I've ever come out to say anything quite like this. I know he'll understand. He's got to. I can't think of living for a moment more without him.

The way he's looking at me, the moment I draw back, makes me heart nearly stop. I deftly take his hands in mine and squeeze him tightly. So very tightly.

Our eyes match. In color, in intensity, in tears. "Don't make me live without you." I know that this is all hypothetical. But he nearly died on me today. He's brought up feelings in me I can hardly deal with. I can't think about his death.

[prezstandsalone.livejournal.com]

"I promise Peter, I'll fight to live as long as I know you're with me," I say swallowing a sob. I love him so much that my heart feels like it's going to explode.

"It's you and me forever, however long that is for us," I say, "I'm never doing anything without you again."

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

I manage to make a mess of things, my foot kicking out at the remains of our dinner as I clamber towards him. I need to hold him, just like I need him to hold me. I can clean up the spill on the floor later. It was all I needed, those words.

If I wasn't willing to be his, and only his, before this moment, I am now. My heart's pounding in my chest as I kiss him. It's not the soft kisses we've been sharing that afternoon, but something more, something terribly concrete. I shove my tongue into his mouth, moaning when he sucks on it. I wrap my arms around his neck tight enough to burst us both.

My God. I love him.

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