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 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."