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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[prezstandsalone.livejournal.com]

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."

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

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.

[prezstandsalone.livejournal.com]

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.

[prezstandsalone.livejournal.com]

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))

[prezstandsalone.livejournal.com]

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

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

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.

[prezstandsalone.livejournal.com]

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.

[prezstandsalone.livejournal.com]

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.

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

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.

[prezstandsalone.livejournal.com]

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.

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

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.

[prezstandsalone.livejournal.com]

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.

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

Fingering his long, wispish hair, I suck a tiny mark against his clavicle. My cock feels almost uncomfortably hard, perhaps because of the angle I must keep my brother's body at to stay with him, perhaps because of the heat his core provides. I am not at all ready to hear his startled, gasping breath when I manage to hit a sweet spot I had not been really looking for. My body simply knows what to do. I strive to thrust against it again. And again. "Oh God, Nathan, this is perfect."

[prezstandsalone.livejournal.com]

I have to fight the urge to slam against Peter's cock when he keeps hitting my sweet spot. My own dick is weeping precome and I fist the carpet with a groan. Peter might not think he knows what he's doing, but damm if he isn't playing my body like a maestro.

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At least it's a natural rhythme. My body knows how to do this. Sex is written into the human genetic code. Ah, why think such things when I am close to actually connecting, really connecting, with my beautiful brother in ways I never thought, until today, was possible. I am careful to touch him, my fingers running so sweetly over his ribs and hip as I fight for my purchase with my knees. "Nathan...Nathan..." Saying his name against his damp throat makes me feel as if I'm casting a spell. I was always a dreamer. "Oh God!" I am seeing God. I'm gazing at him, right in the eye. It's close now. I can feel it. I want Nathan to join me.

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