It's Not Suicide If It Doesn't Stick

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"It's Not Suicide If It Doesn't Stick"
Who: Peter, Peter, Nathan
When: The younger Peter believes his older self is dead.


I didn't really know him.  Except I did.  He's me.  Or was me.  I can't help how losing him makes me feel.

Sylar's gone.  Smashed up.  Mohinder really came through there and together, we managed to get the other me out of the apartment and int othe back of his cab.  I don't really know where to take him except--  I give Mohinder my address and somehow we get him upstairs before anyone notices something weird and we have to play Weekend at Bernie's.

Not sure how I'd handle puppetting a dead me, honestly.

Mohinder leaves, scarred and confused and Peter's bleeding on my couch.  I think about calling Nathan, but I can't.  No one can ever know the way I'm going to eventually go.

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Peter laughs, breathlessly, against his other self's shoulder. He ought to save the chit chat for later, to focus on the task at hand, but that's sort of the beauty of having sex with yourself. Who are you trying to impress?

"I'm great at it? Jesus, you clench your muscles perfectly, I just-- I just-- Ahh!" He's loud. It doesn't matter. This is his apartment. Maybe someone standing just outside can hear him come but otherwise, the whining yelp is just for the man beneath him.

Peter's still laughing even after he hits orgasm, laying against the other Peter's back. He makes a soft mewling noise and strokes his ribs. Peter's still young. He's quite viral. Give him a few minutes and he's ready to go again.

Quite literally. "Why'd we even bother with a condom?" he asks, pulling out to dispose of the used one. "We can't get sick!"

Over the course of the next forty-five minutes, they get themselves sticky and ruin the sheets and Peter crawls out to get the pizza so that they can finish their dinner. What's a little tomato sauce when they've shared semen?