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 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.

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

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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