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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My body is screaming for Peter to speed up, to thrust harder because I'm so damm close I could come without anyone even touching my cock. My eyes snap to Peter's face and I shiver at how deep and dark they have become. It's almost like I can see into his soul.

"Peter," I gasp, "I love you Peter."

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As if I thought any other thing! My belly traps my brother's erection between out bodies, the friction of my thrusts and our grinding against one another. I still am not sure if I'm doing this right, but the way he holds me, the way I'm gasping and sweating against him....sure.

Surely this has got to--

My mind blanks and I feel my self shudder. I cry out as my seed fills him, incestuous love fully consummated right here in my bedroom. I collapse against him, still shaking. I don't think I've come so hard in my life.

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When Peter comes inside me my muscles tighten around him milking his cock for every moment of pleasure I can spare as the world whites out around me.

I come back to myself realizing I'm come on my stomach and Peter's as well as seeing some of my seed splashed across the floor. I feel completely boneless and relaxed in a way I haven't felt for moments. Who knew sleeping with my brother would result in the best sex of my life.

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Pressing my face against his neck, pulling out only when I am far too soft to stay inside of him, I let Nathan roll us both onto our sides. I need to be held, but I don't even have to ask. He's got his arms around me at once and we spend a few moments just breathing in each other's breath.

I can feel myself smiling, it's involuntary and wonderful. We waited too long for this. My fingertips touch his throat. Nathan only had to nearly die a few times for me to realize how deeply it is I love him.

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I want to laugh, but it doesn't seem right and I don't want to ruin the moment. I want to memorize every moment of this night. We won't have another first time. I kiss Peter again, slowly this time then I pull back to gaze at him.

"Peter that was....."

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Beautiful? Brilliant? Remarkable? Perfect? "...everything I've ever wanted," I say with a hitching sob. I can't believe I'm going to cry over this! What am I? Twelve? I burrow my face into Nathan's chest, kissing the soft down of hair I find there. "And you're not holding me tight enough." I'm laughing. Crying. Everything is happening so fast. All at once. And yet, I wouldn't change a thing.

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Tears are rolling down my cheeks too and I'm trembling as the enormity of what has happened today hits me. From fighting Sylar to a cross country flight, to almost dying and this.....my emotions don't know which end is up.

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I fall sleep against him, closing my eyes easily. It's not the best position, we're both sticky, and the rug is less than comfortable. I'm sure I'll wake up with a bruised hip, but I'm too comfortable to move at the moment. Even so, I wish I had about four hours later, waking up to drool on my cheek. It's not flattering, damned lip! I wish I could manage that a little better.

"Nathan..." He hardly stirs as I sit up and I take the time to gaze over his naked body. My God. He's...he's so beautiful.

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I stir at the sound of my brother's voice and open my eyes to see him smiling down at me. I reach up to pull him into a deep passionate kiss. "Did I dream what happened," I ask once I pull away, "or was it as perfect as I thought."

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I can't help but laugh, turning my head just a little bit more to the left than I usually do so I can fully peer down at him. "I don't know," I say after a moment of silence. "Do you feel sticky?"

He starts to laugh and I laugh too, just before my mouth touches his. It's delicious, even if he tastes a little stale from sleep. My body is still stiff. I need a shower. And we can't stay here forever. There's still a madman to track down.

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I finally stop kissing Peter long enough to sit up. I'm a little sore....in the good way of course and I hear my back crack as the right bones fall back into the right places.

"Never get old Pete," I joke, "sex can be murder on your back."

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"Only if you do it on the floor, old man," I murmur, expecting the gently 'slap' to my face before he strokes my cheek. I mirror his actions, noting how much he needs a shave before I take his hand in mine and gently kiss the knuckles. "I need a shower."

It's a pleasant sensation to be under the water and I find myself singing. Singing. It's the good, the way I feel. I'm on an island right now, a cloud in the sky, and Nathan's the only other person alive in the world with me.

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I clean up as best I can and am shaving when Peter gets out of the shower. "I didn't know you sang Peter, I tease lightly, "and in tune too."

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I wrap the towel around my waist and take the razor from Nathan's hands. It's just an excuse to touch him more, and with the saftey blades I use, there's no way in hell that I'm going to accidently slit his throat.

Again.

Ugh, why am I thinking about that now?

He's got shaving cream on his throat, but after I shave off the stubble from his jaw, I kiss the clean space left behind. He's got a strong chin. He doesn't need the stubble to look masculine.

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I tilt my chin up as Peter shaves me. I haven't had anyone do this for me since Heidi. She used to love to do it and steal kisses in between. It feels different to have Peter do it for me. His hands are slightly bigger then hers and a bit rougher.

But it feels good to close my eyes and just listen to the sound of Peter's soft breathing and the scrape of the razor.

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I can't believe I'm thinking this, but I would do anything to go somewhere with Nathan where no one knew us, where we could live on cocktails by the pool and make out in public. Nathan, however, had a widely recognizable face. There's no place we could go, no place we could be safe. And there's still a world to save.

I finish shaving him with an even hand, wiping off the remainder of the shaving cream before I lean down to kiss his mouth and run my fingers through his hair.

I come away with the most remarkable sense of love as he looks at me and I laugh, shaking my head. "You're such a charmer."

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I laugh too and throw a wink my brother's way Talk about charm, Peter always had my girlfriends falling all over themselves to give him a cuddle even at five years old. "I think you have me beat on the charm front little brother," I say gently switching our places and reaching for the shaving cream.

I smooth it over Peter's chin and reach for a new razor. "Your baby face always drew in the cute ones male or female."

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I might have been with a handful of other people before, but now, I realize that I was simply trying to bide my time. For this. For us. I close my eyes, I trust him. His touching makes me groan in pleasure, simple pleasure. He loves me.

I sigh almost too happily as he finishes my shave, grinning up at him with a laugh. I take the razor from his hands and rinse the blades, cleaning up the area before I turn back around to gaze into his eyes.

His eyes that are like mine.

"What do we do, Nathan?"

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That is the 64,000 dollar question. My heart wants to run away with Peter and find someplace no on knows us. But there is still Sylar to consider, we can't let that son of a bitch continue to kill people.

"I know what I want to do Peter and I know what we should do. It's just a matter of finding a way of doing both."