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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I arch up to press my mouth to Peter's hard and hot. When he opens his mouth my tongue slides back into the velvet smoothness of his mouth and I lap at every corner and nook. He tastes like cheap whiskey, salt and something that is just Peter.

I am already addicted to it, I'd laugh is my mouth wasn't full.

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It's my turn to suck on his tongue and I do it with relish. I've always loved kissing. It's my favorite part of being in a relationship -- or being drunk at a bar I suppose the few times I scored at one. I'm not sure how long has passed when I finally pull my face away. My lips are red and swollen. I'm out of breath. And I'm grinning like an idiot.

I seriously am.

Chinese food on the floor, whiskey propped up on the bedside table, and a warm and willing person -- my brother does not count as a man -- in my arms? What more could I want?

"You mean we could have done this since I was eighteen?" I whisper, grinning wickedly.

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I nod grinning, my own lips are swollen and red. "I'm shocked you didn't realize it the day I did," I admit, "it was the day I first came home for leave and you were on the couch in Dad's study.

I couldn't breath you looked so beautiful all sprawled out, hair in your pale face."

My voice is dreamy as I talk, but it's a memory I relished for years...hell if Peter only knew about the boys I acted out the fantasy version of that memory with....he would most likely be shocked.

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I run my hands through his hair and grin like an idiot. "Why would you think... Nathan, I'm the last one to figure anything out." I can't let him talk anymore or I'll blush. The way he's touching me, the way he's making me feel as if I'm precious causes me to shiver.

Maybe it's just that we're rather naked from the waist up. I kiss him again, it feels right to do so, and press myself against him more fully.

I know what I'm doing.

I think I do at least. I want to be closer to him. We're brothers. This...this should not be a problem. We already know each other. Feel each other. And I have to admit... I'm curious to know what the next step could be.

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A soft groan escapes my lips when Peter presses himself against me and runs his hands through my hair. I love it when people run their hands through my hair, it just feels so....different.

Because this is Peter doing this it feels so much better then before and feeling his heated chest against mine is the topper. I kiss him again, then move my mouth lower licking his collar bone and nibbling his neck.

"Peter.....I...this is prefect."

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Perfect would be less clothing, less talking and much more kissing, but I don't say that, not right away. My heart's beating in my chest as he plays my ribs like a guitar. I can't help it if I'm intoxicated by him. It's got to be Nathan. No amount of liquor could ever make me feel this way.

I'm a little surprised when I realize I've opened his pants, but the heat trapped inside makes me want to get myself out of mine too. It's easier to undo my fly than his, I'm half in his lap after all and kneeling on the bed is easy. I feel...oddly...like a sort of porn star. They are inevitably undressing and grinding down on their soon to be lovers.

I flush, my pants and underwear down over my ass. Lover? I still prefer 'brother' for us.

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My hands roam over Peter's tight toned ass taking the time to shove his jeans and underwear down so I can caress every inch of him. Without thinking my hand wrap around his dick and stroke once. He's so warm that I cannot stop myself from stroking him again and again.

I swallow hard and look up at Peter for permission before I scoot him off my lap a bit so I can bend down to take the tip of his cock in my mouth.

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You have got to be kidding me. My eyes are wide as I stare at the ceiling. When is the last time I've had this done to me? Caitlyn has been too modest. I only slept with Simone once and we'd going right into-- I can't think. "Uhnnhg!" I breathe and I turn my face against my arm. It's had to have been over a year. Two years. Three-- God, I can't remember.

I can feel myself dissolving into bliss. The tip of my cock rubs along the roof of his mouth. His tongue curls around the underside. He's making me feel things. He's making me absolutely crazy.

And I love it.

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It's been years since I've given a blow job to another man and for a moment I have to go slow so I can relearn how to give pleasure without choking myself. Not to mention I just recovered from a slit throat.

I lower my mouth on more of Peter's cock licking up and down. He tastes sweet unlike some of the other the guys I've sucked off, maybe it's because he doesn't drink much or eat too bad. Whatever it is I love it and sucking him off half bent over his lap is the sexiest thing I've ever done.

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This is one of those moments where I wished the world would fade away. I'm a hero, I'm strong, I'm not selfish. Not usually. I still can hardly breath when Nathan's velvet warmth sucks me down into the earth around us. I'm dreaming, fantasizing that he and I are alone on this great big world, that being brothers is the closest thing to being God, that we are connected already and that I never want him to leave my side.

He takes me close, close enough that the blasphemies of my vision fades into the background of perfection. My fingers tangle in his hair and I pull, not to hurt him, but to stop him.

"I want you," I can hear myself saying, but it's artificial. We shouldn't have to talk. I can see our connection through our eyes. "I don't care how, but it has to be now!" Or I'll lose it.

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I pull away from my prize with a wet pop and stare into Peter's eyes with a gentle smile. "I'll give you what ever you want Peter, in the bedroom you rule," I say meaning every word.

I lean back after making sure nothing that could hurt either of us is in the way. And kiss him again. "Just do what feels right."

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What feels right is to be naked. What feels right is to pull off all of Nathan's clothing too. I can't do it fast enough and my fingers fumble. I'm not a teenager anymore and I know how to take off clothing. It was part of my job for quite awhile as a nurse. I don't usually care about these things, the need to be efficient all that had been on my mind.

Now I feel ridiculous.

My entire body is burning as I claw at what little Nathan has on. He's grinning at him and I try to fiercely kiss the embarrassment away as the remains of our Chinese lands on the floor with a wet smack.

I know sex at least. I know what I'm suppose to do. And I know all about the importance of rectal lubrication. Nurse, remember? "Nathan," I find myself whining. "Help me. Show me what you want." I want it oo.

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I gaze around the room for something we can use as lube, but I don't see anything safe, so I kiss Peter and get up to pad into the bathroom. I scan of the medicine cabinet turns up some hand lotion that will work and I also charge back to Peter with it.

He smiles when I hand it to him and ease back down onto the floor so that he can see my hard on, red and pulsing in front of his face. "Slick your fingers and do one at a time until all three are inside," I say in a horse voice.

"And hurry Peter, I can't wait much longer."

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"Lay down," I mumble, reaching for his hand. His cock makes me nervous, far too nervous to look at properly. It's intimidating. Larger than mine, thicker than mine. I turn my eyes up towards him as he does as I ask, head pillowed on his arms.

This is at least a little more familiar. I remember fingers Lisa Patridge at her summer house when I was nineteen. She had golden tanned skin and dark hair and eyes. She loved telling me what to do. She loved directing the movement of my fingers.

I know that this isn't the same, but I can't just rely on prostate examinations and suppository insertions that I did as a nurse, now can I?

As I'm told, my narrow, almost graceful fingers find their way one by one up inside of my brother.

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I hiss softly as Peter's finger enters me and I see a flash of concern cross his face. I reach out and stoke his arm. "It's just a bit tight," I say, "it's been a while since I've done this with someone."

In fact I've been saving this moment for Peter. I want him to make me his. I've never admitted to anyone I've been with how much I like being dominated.

It's a kink of people in control so I've been told and I can understand why. It's nice to let go and have someone make all the choices.

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((PS...don't think I'm ignoring Nathan. Cannot write this stuff at work is all. XD Not super hardore. XD))

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(worry not I have the same rule *grins*)

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If my fingers are a bit tight, what will any other part of me be? I don't need to be a mind reader any more to know that he's done this. He came out and said it just a little bit ago anyhow, but I want to pretend. It is our first time together and it should mean something. The liquor is doing a lot more to me than just stripping me of inhibitions.

I lean up to kiss my brother, wincing as the pressure he's putting on my fingers makes me groan. I can already imagine what those muscles will do to my cock once he thinks he's ready for it.

I'm not sure that I can stand the wait much more. "I don't want it to hurt..." Making love should never hurt.

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I pant as I talk trying my hardest not to buck into his hand. "Go slow then," I say, "it will burn a little bit, but I promise you Peter it won't hurt a lot and god I want it....I want it really fucking bad."

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I think absently about needing a condom, though it makes me laugh. He can't get pregnant. And we both were cleansed by blood that does not allow disease to live. In a way, we're as pristine as any virgin. Moreso actually. I touch his lips with mine. I want to be romantic. Fucking is one thing, but this is Nathan. I want to make love to him. Even with my brain addled by alcohol, I know that much.

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I give Peter a look so full of trust and love I'm amazed he doesn't melt right through the floor. I kiss him back slowly, tasting his sweet lips. "Peter...please," I mutter against his lips.

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It is not my goal to make my brother beg, though I am a little afraid of what will become of us after this happens. Will he still love me? Will he stay with me? I've known Nathan my entire life. He's always been a love em and leave em sort. Except of Heidi...but she was from a good family. Beautiful. Smart. Perfect for his political career...

I'm over thinking. Without much more notice, I take my place inside of him It is so tight I almost cry.

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I can see the tension in Peter's shoulders and I stroke one hand down his arm in an effort to make him feel more at ease as he pushes inside me. The burn of his cock takes my breath away.

I hold still for a moment so he can get used to me then I push back a bit thrilling at his soft groan.

I'm doing that, I think, I'm making Peter come apart It is the most amazing feeling in the world and I want more....so much more.

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It's been a long time for me. I ease into my brother and his arms as if this is where I belong to be, my hand shifting from the base of my cock to his thigh just under his hip. It's steady, this moment, and I can feel his breathing hitch as mine it. My lips touch his throat, murmuring a mixture of soft pleasure against his skin. I can't believe I'm really doing this, but there's no mistaking the scent of his skin or the heat of his muscles clamping down around me. My other hand moves into his hair. I thread my fingers through it, purring a moan against his chin before I start to move. I want it to last. There's no rush here.

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I arch my throat a bit encouraging Peter's lips to move lower. My heart his pounding like mad and I let one of my hands drift down to rest right over his heart. I can feel his pulse against my skin and I start moving slowly against his thrusts relishing the burn even more.