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 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.

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"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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