Fic: Feral Moon - Part 1
Title: Feral Moon
Author: kyouke_no_miko
Rating: Currently PG-13
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: incest, supernatural, werewolf!peter & werewolf!nathan
Notes: Completely AU, It's my first heroes fic, I wrote this half because I really wanted to see a supernatural themed fic with Nathan/Peter, if anyone else feels like writing something like this, my job is done. Please comment!
Summary: In a world where werewolves exist, Peter and Nathan have their own pecularities that set them apart from the pack.
Part 1
“Nathan!” The muffled sound of feet running through foliage grew to a stumbling halt as the boy came to a stop in the pine grove. “Nathan, where did you suddenly go? Why did you just leave me back there with Josh and his friends?”
The boy, a young man really, frowned, his fine boned face bore an expression of exasperation and anger, his soulful brown eyes hurt. He was barefoot, the breeze blew his hair every which way, and drew his thin t-shirt and shorts against his slim body.
The man in question was broad shouldered and had at least a couple of inches on the youth. He was handsome, with surprisingly sensitive eyes in a masculine, squared jawed face. Nathan winced internally at the forlorn picture that his brother made, though he didn’t let the smile on his face change. He wrapped an arm around his brother’s shoulders and drew the boy against him in reassurance, sensing that perhaps his brother was more than simply upset at being abandoned.
“Sorry Pete, I just wanted to give you some tracking practice. I knew you’d be able to find me right away,” he said in a comforting voice. “What happened? Last I checked you were friends with everybody, Josh and the other kids too.”
Peter wrinkled his nose at Nathan, annoyed at his idea of tracking practice. “Couldn’t you warn me next time so that I don’t suddenly think that my brother just left me behind, possibly to chase after some girl?” He shifted in the crook of Nathan’s arm and let his bangs cover his eyes, “I was friends with all of them, but recently they haven’t been acting like it, either they’re taunting me for being a runt or laughing at me and hiding my stuff…”
Nathan felt his anger stir at the thought of those kids picking on his little brother. Somehow Nathan didn’t think that he was getting the whole story but he let it slide in the face of Peter’s distress.
“How long has this been going on? I can’t believe I haven’t noticed, and you haven’t said anything about this earlier.” He drew Peter’s bangs away from his eyes and tilted his face up so that he could look into Peter’s eyes. His thumb made gentle motions across the boy’s cheek of its own violation, and he couldn’t help but marvel at how smooth and pale Peter’s skin was. How dare those kids go and hurt his brother. Didn’t they know how caring he was, how easily hurt?
He wouldn’t go as far as to say that Peter was delicate exactly, since there was a tenacity in him that defied anything he came up against when it came to things that he cared about. But he definitely did not have the build or the wild testosterone fueled temperament that most of the boys in the pack were beginning to exhibit. Nor the physical strength to back up the instincts that their wolf forms instilled in them; to dominate and maintain their place in the pack, to gain a mate.
The instincts that Nathan himself had to pacify, although the urge to begin serious courtship with a female had yet to become pressing. Nathan could understand the complicated mix of wolf and teenage boy that could lead to the harassment of those who were weaker, but for the victim to be Peter he could not forgive.
Peter grew still as he replied, “a couple of months.”
“Months?” Nathan exclaimed. “Wasn’t the coming of age ceremony a couple months ago? Those punks came out of the ceremony worse than before!” He growled.
The coming of age ceremony served as a sort of spiritual christening for the younger wolves of the pack, it didn’t actually declare adulthood, but welcomed its approach.
The pack shamans, as they liked to call themselves, or simply those of the pack with more developed spiritual abilities, would utter a bunch of mumbo jumbo, that Nathan had never cared to distinguish, and wave their hands around, but the result was that the young werewolves would become more aware of their wolf subconscious. The shamans having opened up the connection between human and wolf consciousness that was previously murky in childhood, allowing for some communication between the two halves to exist.
It also enforced the responsibility that came with being part of the pack, urging them to behave with the maturity and dignity of an adult. Obviously this batch of youngsters didn’t get the full benefit of the ceremony.
“You should have told me before. I’ll have a talk with them, they won’t bother you again.” Nathan said grimly. He was already relishing the expressions on their faces when they realized that picking on Peter might not have been the smartest idea they’ve ever had. Though it was entirely possible that it may have taken them their whole lives to come up with that one idea, Nathan though uncharitably. No one messed with Nathan Petrelli, and messing with Peter was worse than messing with Nathan himself. He shifted his other arm around Peter’s back in a loose embrace.
“Don’t,” Peter bit out, “they were mocking me enough about you coming to my rescue every time. I don’t want to give them anything else to say, they’ll only drag you into it too.”
“Peter, I’ve never rescued you from them before considering I didn’t even know what they were doing.” Nathan nuzzled Peter’s hair in apology for not noticing earlier. “And I don’t let what a bunch of half grown pups have to say get to me.” He paused, “does it bother you that I need to know how you’re doing all the time? And maybe what you’re doing too?”
Peter turned around in the circle of his arms and his whole body fit within the boundaries of Nathan’s. “No, of course not,” Peter said into Nathan’s chest. “You’ve always been like this, if I had a problem with it I would have said something before this. You’re just overprotective, it’s not like I don’t know why.”
This hadn’t always been their pack, originally Peter and Nathan’s parents had belonged to a pack that was further north than the forest that they now lived in. Their parents had been on the run from a rival pack that, according to the pack members that had related the tale to them, was determined to eliminate their parents’ pack completely. Only their parents and Peter and Nathan had remained by the time they had made it to this forest and pack.
Peter had no recollection of the panic of being hunted, and Nathan being older should have at least had some memory of the entire thing, but the trauma of the whole ordeal must have caused him to forget, because Nathan knew nothing of the details or even the places they passed through. Nathan claimed to remember their journey in flashes of trees and shadows; every rustling bush seemed to indicate attack and every innocent sound made by hidden danger.
Their parents did not survive for long, the combined hardships of the journey and their wounds did not allow them to, but it was long enough to see them situated into their new pack. Peter and Nathan were well taken care of after, but the loss of what should have been a larger family added to Nathan’s protectiveness where Peter was concerned. They no longer felt threatened by what had happened before they came to this pack; their parents had travelled a great distance away and no one here had ever heard of that hostile pack. Still, they did not know exactly why their parents’ pack had been targeted and the reason was gone with their parents.
Nathan had not told Peter, but he often had dreams of Peter being taken away from him, in the daylight it seemed irrational, but in those dreams he felt only the fear, rage and horror of his loss.
“Besides,” Nathan was jerked out of his thoughts at Peter’s voice, “you don’t spend nearly as much time keeping track of me as you did before. I have to go to school still and you have a job and your power plays in the pack to orchestrate. Not to mention the girls. Sooner or later you’ll be so busy that it won’t be a problem anymore.” He didn’t sound happy exactly, but it didn’t seem like he was upset either.
Nathan felt something inside of him twist and protest at what Peter believed to be an eventuality. He found it hard to imagine that it could ever happen though. That he could be so busy or preoccupied that he would stop worrying about Peter, stop needing to know what he was doing, stop needing him there. But what if Peter grew out of needing his big brother and his presence in Nathan’s life gradually became a shadow of what it was now? That was a more worrying thought.
He tightened his arms around Peter, “Oh yeah? I manage to keep track of you well enough now, what makes you think I won’t have lackeys to keep me informed about your every move by the time I get that busy?” Nathan playfully nuzzled Peter’s neck, causing him to laugh out loud.
“Sometimes I think if you weren’t born a werewolf you’d be president of the United States.” Peter said affectionately, “you and your lackeys, you just need to be at the top!”
“Hey, isn’t that the definition of an alpha?” Peter rolled his eyes, at this, used to Nathan’s pride in being a natural leader of the pack, although he hasn’t declared the intention yet. “Well, I think aiming to be the leader of all the packs in this country isn’t too far from being president. Will take more work to control these hot heads anyway.”
“Don’t get too far ahead, you still have to make alpha in this pack yet,” Peter stuck out his tongue at him, Nathan was rather amused at this, though a part of him held a rather intense fascination for Peter’s little pink tongue darting out from between his glistening lips. Nathan figured that anyone would have been appreciative of such a sight, even if it was his little brother, so it was a relatively normal reaction. Peter’s delicate features were more aptly called pretty rather than handsome, and they made him more and more noticeable to the rest of the pack.
“By then the girls will be all over you, then I’ll be the one to wait for you while you go off chasing skirts,” Nathan teased, and inexplicably Peter didn’t seem incredibly tickled at the thought.
“Yeah.. right,” Peter turned his face to side with his cheek pressed against Nathan’s chest, “can we go home now? I’m getting kinda cold, even if you’re practically a furnace. Somebody still needs to make dinner, and it’s your turn.”
Moody Peter, Nathan thought affectionately. He released Peter from his arms and they walked the well trodden path to their two story log house together in comfortable silence, hands and shoulders brushing in between strides. By the time they made it home, Nathan had already decided on the kind of retribution he’d seek on Josh and his crowd. He could say with some certainty that they wouldn’t be showing their faces any time soon after, let alone bother Peter with their antics.
Disclaimer: Do not own or have any rights to heroes.
Author: kyouke_no_miko
Rating: Currently PG-13
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: incest, supernatural, werewolf!peter & werewolf!nathan
Notes: Completely AU, It's my first heroes fic, I wrote this half because I really wanted to see a supernatural themed fic with Nathan/Peter, if anyone else feels like writing something like this, my job is done. Please comment!
Summary: In a world where werewolves exist, Peter and Nathan have their own pecularities that set them apart from the pack.
Part 1
“Nathan!” The muffled sound of feet running through foliage grew to a stumbling halt as the boy came to a stop in the pine grove. “Nathan, where did you suddenly go? Why did you just leave me back there with Josh and his friends?”
The boy, a young man really, frowned, his fine boned face bore an expression of exasperation and anger, his soulful brown eyes hurt. He was barefoot, the breeze blew his hair every which way, and drew his thin t-shirt and shorts against his slim body.
The man in question was broad shouldered and had at least a couple of inches on the youth. He was handsome, with surprisingly sensitive eyes in a masculine, squared jawed face. Nathan winced internally at the forlorn picture that his brother made, though he didn’t let the smile on his face change. He wrapped an arm around his brother’s shoulders and drew the boy against him in reassurance, sensing that perhaps his brother was more than simply upset at being abandoned.
“Sorry Pete, I just wanted to give you some tracking practice. I knew you’d be able to find me right away,” he said in a comforting voice. “What happened? Last I checked you were friends with everybody, Josh and the other kids too.”
Peter wrinkled his nose at Nathan, annoyed at his idea of tracking practice. “Couldn’t you warn me next time so that I don’t suddenly think that my brother just left me behind, possibly to chase after some girl?” He shifted in the crook of Nathan’s arm and let his bangs cover his eyes, “I was friends with all of them, but recently they haven’t been acting like it, either they’re taunting me for being a runt or laughing at me and hiding my stuff…”
Nathan felt his anger stir at the thought of those kids picking on his little brother. Somehow Nathan didn’t think that he was getting the whole story but he let it slide in the face of Peter’s distress.
“How long has this been going on? I can’t believe I haven’t noticed, and you haven’t said anything about this earlier.” He drew Peter’s bangs away from his eyes and tilted his face up so that he could look into Peter’s eyes. His thumb made gentle motions across the boy’s cheek of its own violation, and he couldn’t help but marvel at how smooth and pale Peter’s skin was. How dare those kids go and hurt his brother. Didn’t they know how caring he was, how easily hurt?
He wouldn’t go as far as to say that Peter was delicate exactly, since there was a tenacity in him that defied anything he came up against when it came to things that he cared about. But he definitely did not have the build or the wild testosterone fueled temperament that most of the boys in the pack were beginning to exhibit. Nor the physical strength to back up the instincts that their wolf forms instilled in them; to dominate and maintain their place in the pack, to gain a mate.
The instincts that Nathan himself had to pacify, although the urge to begin serious courtship with a female had yet to become pressing. Nathan could understand the complicated mix of wolf and teenage boy that could lead to the harassment of those who were weaker, but for the victim to be Peter he could not forgive.
Peter grew still as he replied, “a couple of months.”
“Months?” Nathan exclaimed. “Wasn’t the coming of age ceremony a couple months ago? Those punks came out of the ceremony worse than before!” He growled.
The coming of age ceremony served as a sort of spiritual christening for the younger wolves of the pack, it didn’t actually declare adulthood, but welcomed its approach.
The pack shamans, as they liked to call themselves, or simply those of the pack with more developed spiritual abilities, would utter a bunch of mumbo jumbo, that Nathan had never cared to distinguish, and wave their hands around, but the result was that the young werewolves would become more aware of their wolf subconscious. The shamans having opened up the connection between human and wolf consciousness that was previously murky in childhood, allowing for some communication between the two halves to exist.
It also enforced the responsibility that came with being part of the pack, urging them to behave with the maturity and dignity of an adult. Obviously this batch of youngsters didn’t get the full benefit of the ceremony.
“You should have told me before. I’ll have a talk with them, they won’t bother you again.” Nathan said grimly. He was already relishing the expressions on their faces when they realized that picking on Peter might not have been the smartest idea they’ve ever had. Though it was entirely possible that it may have taken them their whole lives to come up with that one idea, Nathan though uncharitably. No one messed with Nathan Petrelli, and messing with Peter was worse than messing with Nathan himself. He shifted his other arm around Peter’s back in a loose embrace.
“Don’t,” Peter bit out, “they were mocking me enough about you coming to my rescue every time. I don’t want to give them anything else to say, they’ll only drag you into it too.”
“Peter, I’ve never rescued you from them before considering I didn’t even know what they were doing.” Nathan nuzzled Peter’s hair in apology for not noticing earlier. “And I don’t let what a bunch of half grown pups have to say get to me.” He paused, “does it bother you that I need to know how you’re doing all the time? And maybe what you’re doing too?”
Peter turned around in the circle of his arms and his whole body fit within the boundaries of Nathan’s. “No, of course not,” Peter said into Nathan’s chest. “You’ve always been like this, if I had a problem with it I would have said something before this. You’re just overprotective, it’s not like I don’t know why.”
This hadn’t always been their pack, originally Peter and Nathan’s parents had belonged to a pack that was further north than the forest that they now lived in. Their parents had been on the run from a rival pack that, according to the pack members that had related the tale to them, was determined to eliminate their parents’ pack completely. Only their parents and Peter and Nathan had remained by the time they had made it to this forest and pack.
Peter had no recollection of the panic of being hunted, and Nathan being older should have at least had some memory of the entire thing, but the trauma of the whole ordeal must have caused him to forget, because Nathan knew nothing of the details or even the places they passed through. Nathan claimed to remember their journey in flashes of trees and shadows; every rustling bush seemed to indicate attack and every innocent sound made by hidden danger.
Their parents did not survive for long, the combined hardships of the journey and their wounds did not allow them to, but it was long enough to see them situated into their new pack. Peter and Nathan were well taken care of after, but the loss of what should have been a larger family added to Nathan’s protectiveness where Peter was concerned. They no longer felt threatened by what had happened before they came to this pack; their parents had travelled a great distance away and no one here had ever heard of that hostile pack. Still, they did not know exactly why their parents’ pack had been targeted and the reason was gone with their parents.
Nathan had not told Peter, but he often had dreams of Peter being taken away from him, in the daylight it seemed irrational, but in those dreams he felt only the fear, rage and horror of his loss.
“Besides,” Nathan was jerked out of his thoughts at Peter’s voice, “you don’t spend nearly as much time keeping track of me as you did before. I have to go to school still and you have a job and your power plays in the pack to orchestrate. Not to mention the girls. Sooner or later you’ll be so busy that it won’t be a problem anymore.” He didn’t sound happy exactly, but it didn’t seem like he was upset either.
Nathan felt something inside of him twist and protest at what Peter believed to be an eventuality. He found it hard to imagine that it could ever happen though. That he could be so busy or preoccupied that he would stop worrying about Peter, stop needing to know what he was doing, stop needing him there. But what if Peter grew out of needing his big brother and his presence in Nathan’s life gradually became a shadow of what it was now? That was a more worrying thought.
He tightened his arms around Peter, “Oh yeah? I manage to keep track of you well enough now, what makes you think I won’t have lackeys to keep me informed about your every move by the time I get that busy?” Nathan playfully nuzzled Peter’s neck, causing him to laugh out loud.
“Sometimes I think if you weren’t born a werewolf you’d be president of the United States.” Peter said affectionately, “you and your lackeys, you just need to be at the top!”
“Hey, isn’t that the definition of an alpha?” Peter rolled his eyes, at this, used to Nathan’s pride in being a natural leader of the pack, although he hasn’t declared the intention yet. “Well, I think aiming to be the leader of all the packs in this country isn’t too far from being president. Will take more work to control these hot heads anyway.”
“Don’t get too far ahead, you still have to make alpha in this pack yet,” Peter stuck out his tongue at him, Nathan was rather amused at this, though a part of him held a rather intense fascination for Peter’s little pink tongue darting out from between his glistening lips. Nathan figured that anyone would have been appreciative of such a sight, even if it was his little brother, so it was a relatively normal reaction. Peter’s delicate features were more aptly called pretty rather than handsome, and they made him more and more noticeable to the rest of the pack.
“By then the girls will be all over you, then I’ll be the one to wait for you while you go off chasing skirts,” Nathan teased, and inexplicably Peter didn’t seem incredibly tickled at the thought.
“Yeah.. right,” Peter turned his face to side with his cheek pressed against Nathan’s chest, “can we go home now? I’m getting kinda cold, even if you’re practically a furnace. Somebody still needs to make dinner, and it’s your turn.”
Moody Peter, Nathan thought affectionately. He released Peter from his arms and they walked the well trodden path to their two story log house together in comfortable silence, hands and shoulders brushing in between strides. By the time they made it home, Nathan had already decided on the kind of retribution he’d seek on Josh and his crowd. He could say with some certainty that they wouldn’t be showing their faces any time soon after, let alone bother Peter with their antics.
Disclaimer: Do not own or have any rights to heroes.