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my first fic ever!
I have written my first fanficiton ever.
Title: Devil In the Details
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Peter/Nathan Petrelli
Word Count: Somewhere around 1600
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, m/m incest.
A/N: The italicized words are lyrics from the song "Devil In the Details" by Bright Eyes, which inspired me to write this. Also the usual I don't own any of this and it's all fictional.
Thanks abound to chlorrel who was a great beta and also made my icon!
Peter rolled over and draped his arms around his brother. Nathan looked so calm, so peaceful and so at peace considering that a few minutes earlier he had been shoving himself violently down his little brother’s throat, grabbing at the bangs of his hair as Peter’s head moved up and down, faster and faster as Nathan got closer and closer to climax. The sheets were soaked and stained, and there were clothes strewn all over Peter’s apartment.
Peter leaned over and breathed him in. He couldn’t think of anything else in the world that made him as happy (or admittedly as hard) as the smell of Nathan’s AXE Deodorant mingling with the sweat from both of their bodies. As Nathan slept, Peter curled around him, safe and content.
Peter startled awake, breathing heavily and looked around him. Nathan wasn’t with him and hadn’t been with him. It had all been a dream. Peter just couldn’t get over how real it seemed. Then he remembered that the last dream he had had six months ago that seemed as real. It was about Nathan’s accident. Seconds after waking up that time, he had gotten a phone call that Nathan had been in an accident. There was also still the vision of him causing New York to explode hanging over his head. That dream had been so intense, it had put him in a coma for two weeks. Peter knew enough about all this stuff to know that his dreams weren’t just dreams. Words echoed through his head, and he was hit with a realization.
This is gonna be/reality/and you can never dream it down.
Peter was shocked that he had let it come to this. He had become so good at keeping these things buried over the years; he couldn’t believe that he had slipped up so strongly. He normally went through every day hiding his feelings, hiding his desires, and now they were sneaking up on him when he was most vulnerable. He tried to think of what had been different lately, what could have brought up the feelings, the urges, the cravings out of dormancy.
And I know the cause/And I wanna stop/But I can’t do it/I just can’t do it
Maybe the best thing to do, Peter decided, was to avoid Nathan for a few days. If he didn’t see him, this dream couldn’t come true and he wouldn’t find himself on his knees in front of his brother, striving to make him come. So, he busied himself with work, and he thought that maybe he would go see that Dr. Suresh who kept calling to talk to him. The only problem with that was that he couldn’t seem to fly if he wasn’t around Nathan. How could he prove to Dr. Suresh that he could do anything if he couldn’t seem to do anything by himself?
Over the next few days, Peter tried to keep himself as busy as he could. Nathan left him lots of messages, mostly thanking him for laying low and not doing anything that Nathan’s PR people would need to spin later. His mother left a few messages too, asking if he was feeling okay. She jokingly asked if he had been using drugs and was withdrawing; since he had seemed very distraught when she talked to him.
Peter was withdrawing, in a way. He was beginning to realize how deep his feelings for Nathan really went. Beyond the want and the love and the lust, there was need. Peter needed his brother, needed to please him, to make him happy, to earn his approval.
There was love I meant/There were accidents
He never meant to feel this way. He tried so hard to be like Nathan, that eventually it warped into wanting to be with him. Peter didn’t know what else to do, he didn’t know how long he could avoid his family. He was also running low on sleep, since he was so afraid to face another dream, afraid to have more details unfurl in the subconscious of his sleeping mind.
‘Maybe if I just sit on my couch and stare at the TV,’ he thought, ‘maybe I can zone out enough to rest without actually falling asleep…’
It’s just one day I fell asleep…
Nathan came in the door and was shaking him awake. When Peter fully consciously woke up, Nathan was straddling him, with his hands on either side of his face. Peter was so excited and happy to see his brother, that he kissed him square on the mouth, without thinking. To his surprise and delight, Nathan kissed him back, hard and fast and salty against his lips.
Usually Peter hated living in a walk-up, but when Nathan came up the stairs sweaty, all the annoyance went right out the window. Nathan pinned Peter down against the couch, and began unbuttoning his brother’s shirt. He ran his hands over Peter’s smooth, pale skin, feeling the sweat caused by Peter falling asleep in his hoodie and sweats.
Peter sighed and fell back against the couch, happy not to be hiding right now. He felt Nathan’s hands moving to the waistband of his pants and felt Nathan grabbing him, tightening his fist around his throbbing, aching cock. His strokes were smooth, calculated, just like everything else in Nathan’s life. Peter felt himself letting go, letting out all the desire for that he had kept built up inside. And when he came, he screamed and exhaled, and collapsed back against his couch.
He knew it wasn’t over though. It couldn’t be. He could never just take; he always had to prove to Nathan he could do things on his own. Without saying a word, he grabbed Nathan’s belt to get rid of it. He made his way through the buttons and zippers, and took all of Nathan into his mouth at once. He had had no idea he was able to deep throat an entire cock, but being around Nathan just made him want to be impressive.
He did things to Nathan that he had only imagined, thought about when he really couldn’t control himself. His lips and tongue and jaw moved over Nathan’s cock flawlessly, driving Nathan’s body into spasms of pleasure, and finally he came, warm and full into his little brother’s mouth. Peter moved his head up to rest on Nathan’s stomach. They smiled at each other, and Peter breathed in Nathan’s smell and sighed to himself.
Peter woke up with a start, sweaty and confused. Again, he realized that he was alone, and that this was the second dream vision he had had like this. With a sigh, he slunk to his bed and thought about whether or not he should continue avoiding Nathan.
‘Two of these dreams are harder to fight than one,’ he thought, ‘maybe I should just accept that one day I’m not going to be able to keep my feelings about Nathan bottled up anymore.’
I am the first one I deceive/if I can make myself believe/the rest/is easy….
When he woke up for the second time that day, the sun was shining through his window, and he realized what day it was.
‘Shit, that fundraiser dinner for Nathan is tonight.’
He had to pick up his suit from the drycleaners. He saw that his mom had already left him two messages, asking him why he was sleeping all day, and asking again if he was sick or on drugs.
‘That would be great for Nathan’s dinner- the druggie brother who’s a nurse missing the fundraiser because he was sleeping.’
He would have to face his family tonight, but he decided that if he went straight home after dinner, there would be no opportunity for the dream to become reality. ‘That’s it’ he thought, ‘I’ll just keep quiet and make an appearance and then I’ll go home. That’s what they want anyway. To keep my quietly in the corner.’
Then, he had a brief flash of being up against a wall in a corner with Nathan kissing him like he had in the dream last night, but he shook his head and tried to put it out of his mind. He had errands to run. And he had to call his mom back before she sent paramedics to his apartment.
As Peter went throughout the day, he fought against the images from his vision last night coming back into his head. He almost passed out in the Duane Reade when he had remembered Nathan pulling on his hair while Peter sucked him off. When he left the drycleaner, a bus with Nathan’s face on it drove by and he imagined the ecstatic look in Nathan’s eye right before he came in Peter’s mouth.
‘This is getting ridiculous’ Peter thought as he hailed a cab on the corner.
Several minutes later, when he stepped out of the cab by his building, he saw two little boys, brothers, running from the playground. They had towels tied around their necks and were pretending that they could fly. Peter’s head spun around as he watched these boys giggle together. He thought for a few minutes, and made a decision. He got back in the cab and headed off to do one more errand before heading uptown for the dinner.
Peter was successful at not drawing attention to himself amongst the politicians and the people who serve them. After the dinner, Peter lingered in the coatroom for a few minutes, trying to make another decision. When Nathan came in to look for him, Peter was quiet and looked at the ground mumbling something about thinking that he had lost his wallet.
“Alright. Don’t stay in the coat check all night; it makes you look like a crazy person, Pete.” Nathan’s voice was slightly stern. “We have enough trouble covering up one person with mental health issues in our family.”
Nathan walked across the coat room slowly. He came over and hugged Peter, and Peter held Nathan close. He took a deep breath, and when he smelled Nathan’s scent the decision was made.
“Come over after all the politicians leave,” Peter whispered into his brother’s ear. He dropped the duplicate key he had made that afternoon into Nathan’s breast pocket. “If I’m sleeping on the couch just wake me up.”
Well I’ve made amends/in the general sense/ but the devil’s in the details.
Feedback would be great, since this is my first fic ever. I hope you liked it!
crossposting to heroes_slash
I have written my first fanficiton ever.
Title: Devil In the Details
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Peter/Nathan Petrelli
Word Count: Somewhere around 1600
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, m/m incest.
A/N: The italicized words are lyrics from the song "Devil In the Details" by Bright Eyes, which inspired me to write this. Also the usual I don't own any of this and it's all fictional.
Thanks abound to chlorrel who was a great beta and also made my icon!
Peter rolled over and draped his arms around his brother. Nathan looked so calm, so peaceful and so at peace considering that a few minutes earlier he had been shoving himself violently down his little brother’s throat, grabbing at the bangs of his hair as Peter’s head moved up and down, faster and faster as Nathan got closer and closer to climax. The sheets were soaked and stained, and there were clothes strewn all over Peter’s apartment.
Peter leaned over and breathed him in. He couldn’t think of anything else in the world that made him as happy (or admittedly as hard) as the smell of Nathan’s AXE Deodorant mingling with the sweat from both of their bodies. As Nathan slept, Peter curled around him, safe and content.
Peter startled awake, breathing heavily and looked around him. Nathan wasn’t with him and hadn’t been with him. It had all been a dream. Peter just couldn’t get over how real it seemed. Then he remembered that the last dream he had had six months ago that seemed as real. It was about Nathan’s accident. Seconds after waking up that time, he had gotten a phone call that Nathan had been in an accident. There was also still the vision of him causing New York to explode hanging over his head. That dream had been so intense, it had put him in a coma for two weeks. Peter knew enough about all this stuff to know that his dreams weren’t just dreams. Words echoed through his head, and he was hit with a realization.
This is gonna be/reality/and you can never dream it down.
Peter was shocked that he had let it come to this. He had become so good at keeping these things buried over the years; he couldn’t believe that he had slipped up so strongly. He normally went through every day hiding his feelings, hiding his desires, and now they were sneaking up on him when he was most vulnerable. He tried to think of what had been different lately, what could have brought up the feelings, the urges, the cravings out of dormancy.
And I know the cause/And I wanna stop/But I can’t do it/I just can’t do it
Maybe the best thing to do, Peter decided, was to avoid Nathan for a few days. If he didn’t see him, this dream couldn’t come true and he wouldn’t find himself on his knees in front of his brother, striving to make him come. So, he busied himself with work, and he thought that maybe he would go see that Dr. Suresh who kept calling to talk to him. The only problem with that was that he couldn’t seem to fly if he wasn’t around Nathan. How could he prove to Dr. Suresh that he could do anything if he couldn’t seem to do anything by himself?
Over the next few days, Peter tried to keep himself as busy as he could. Nathan left him lots of messages, mostly thanking him for laying low and not doing anything that Nathan’s PR people would need to spin later. His mother left a few messages too, asking if he was feeling okay. She jokingly asked if he had been using drugs and was withdrawing; since he had seemed very distraught when she talked to him.
Peter was withdrawing, in a way. He was beginning to realize how deep his feelings for Nathan really went. Beyond the want and the love and the lust, there was need. Peter needed his brother, needed to please him, to make him happy, to earn his approval.
There was love I meant/There were accidents
He never meant to feel this way. He tried so hard to be like Nathan, that eventually it warped into wanting to be with him. Peter didn’t know what else to do, he didn’t know how long he could avoid his family. He was also running low on sleep, since he was so afraid to face another dream, afraid to have more details unfurl in the subconscious of his sleeping mind.
‘Maybe if I just sit on my couch and stare at the TV,’ he thought, ‘maybe I can zone out enough to rest without actually falling asleep…’
It’s just one day I fell asleep…
Nathan came in the door and was shaking him awake. When Peter fully consciously woke up, Nathan was straddling him, with his hands on either side of his face. Peter was so excited and happy to see his brother, that he kissed him square on the mouth, without thinking. To his surprise and delight, Nathan kissed him back, hard and fast and salty against his lips.
Usually Peter hated living in a walk-up, but when Nathan came up the stairs sweaty, all the annoyance went right out the window. Nathan pinned Peter down against the couch, and began unbuttoning his brother’s shirt. He ran his hands over Peter’s smooth, pale skin, feeling the sweat caused by Peter falling asleep in his hoodie and sweats.
Peter sighed and fell back against the couch, happy not to be hiding right now. He felt Nathan’s hands moving to the waistband of his pants and felt Nathan grabbing him, tightening his fist around his throbbing, aching cock. His strokes were smooth, calculated, just like everything else in Nathan’s life. Peter felt himself letting go, letting out all the desire for that he had kept built up inside. And when he came, he screamed and exhaled, and collapsed back against his couch.
He knew it wasn’t over though. It couldn’t be. He could never just take; he always had to prove to Nathan he could do things on his own. Without saying a word, he grabbed Nathan’s belt to get rid of it. He made his way through the buttons and zippers, and took all of Nathan into his mouth at once. He had had no idea he was able to deep throat an entire cock, but being around Nathan just made him want to be impressive.
He did things to Nathan that he had only imagined, thought about when he really couldn’t control himself. His lips and tongue and jaw moved over Nathan’s cock flawlessly, driving Nathan’s body into spasms of pleasure, and finally he came, warm and full into his little brother’s mouth. Peter moved his head up to rest on Nathan’s stomach. They smiled at each other, and Peter breathed in Nathan’s smell and sighed to himself.
Peter woke up with a start, sweaty and confused. Again, he realized that he was alone, and that this was the second dream vision he had had like this. With a sigh, he slunk to his bed and thought about whether or not he should continue avoiding Nathan.
‘Two of these dreams are harder to fight than one,’ he thought, ‘maybe I should just accept that one day I’m not going to be able to keep my feelings about Nathan bottled up anymore.’
I am the first one I deceive/if I can make myself believe/the rest/is easy….
When he woke up for the second time that day, the sun was shining through his window, and he realized what day it was.
‘Shit, that fundraiser dinner for Nathan is tonight.’
He had to pick up his suit from the drycleaners. He saw that his mom had already left him two messages, asking him why he was sleeping all day, and asking again if he was sick or on drugs.
‘That would be great for Nathan’s dinner- the druggie brother who’s a nurse missing the fundraiser because he was sleeping.’
He would have to face his family tonight, but he decided that if he went straight home after dinner, there would be no opportunity for the dream to become reality. ‘That’s it’ he thought, ‘I’ll just keep quiet and make an appearance and then I’ll go home. That’s what they want anyway. To keep my quietly in the corner.’
Then, he had a brief flash of being up against a wall in a corner with Nathan kissing him like he had in the dream last night, but he shook his head and tried to put it out of his mind. He had errands to run. And he had to call his mom back before she sent paramedics to his apartment.
As Peter went throughout the day, he fought against the images from his vision last night coming back into his head. He almost passed out in the Duane Reade when he had remembered Nathan pulling on his hair while Peter sucked him off. When he left the drycleaner, a bus with Nathan’s face on it drove by and he imagined the ecstatic look in Nathan’s eye right before he came in Peter’s mouth.
‘This is getting ridiculous’ Peter thought as he hailed a cab on the corner.
Several minutes later, when he stepped out of the cab by his building, he saw two little boys, brothers, running from the playground. They had towels tied around their necks and were pretending that they could fly. Peter’s head spun around as he watched these boys giggle together. He thought for a few minutes, and made a decision. He got back in the cab and headed off to do one more errand before heading uptown for the dinner.
Peter was successful at not drawing attention to himself amongst the politicians and the people who serve them. After the dinner, Peter lingered in the coatroom for a few minutes, trying to make another decision. When Nathan came in to look for him, Peter was quiet and looked at the ground mumbling something about thinking that he had lost his wallet.
“Alright. Don’t stay in the coat check all night; it makes you look like a crazy person, Pete.” Nathan’s voice was slightly stern. “We have enough trouble covering up one person with mental health issues in our family.”
Nathan walked across the coat room slowly. He came over and hugged Peter, and Peter held Nathan close. He took a deep breath, and when he smelled Nathan’s scent the decision was made.
“Come over after all the politicians leave,” Peter whispered into his brother’s ear. He dropped the duplicate key he had made that afternoon into Nathan’s breast pocket. “If I’m sleeping on the couch just wake me up.”
Well I’ve made amends/in the general sense/ but the devil’s in the details.
Feedback would be great, since this is my first fic ever. I hope you liked it!
crossposting to heroes_slash