Fic: A Mark on the Soul
Title: A Mark on the Soul
Pairing: Nathan/Peter, Peter/Adam
Rating: R
Warnings: non-con, violence, character death
Prompt: Day 45 @ theyreitalian
Word Count: 989
Disclaimer: I do not own the Petrelli Brothers, and I’m getting zero for writing this.
Author's Notes: Unbetaed
Prompt 45: The Wounded Prompt
He really is too pretty for his own good. Adam Monroe thought as he watched his student type away on his laptop. He didn’t usually give personal tutoring sessions, but the kid was so pretty how could he refuse?
“So I just type in that last thing and I’m all set.”
“That’s it.”
“It never comes across this easy in class. Most of the time I stare at the board wondering what the hell I’m looking at.” Peter smiles.
He’s a beauty, definitely. All pretty eyes, plump lips and oozing innocence.
“Well that’s true for a lot of people. You just have to learn the HTML language and then it’s easy.” Adam explains.
“Would you like something to drink Peter?”
“Sure. Anything you have is fine.”
He’s trusting. Way too trusting. There was no need to arise any suspicion as yet. Just give him something to drink and let him come to you.
Not too much of the drug, want him to be awake for every minute of it. Just enough of it to disorient him, but not enough to put him out. It’s more fun when they put up a fight. Peter took the juice, swallowed every drop.
“Can I ask you a question Peter?” Peter stopped typing and turned in his chair.
“Did you really need help with your studies or did you just want some alone time with me?”
“I’m sorry?” Peter’s brow furrowed
“Do you want to fuck me as much as I want to fuck you?”
“I… “Peter trailed off and blinked, his hand going to the edge of the desk to steady himself as he stood.
“You alright?”
“Umm yeah. My eyes are just starting to hurt a little.”
“Staring into the computer for hours straight will do that to you.” Adam took Peter’s hand. “Lay down on the couch.”
“No, I’m fine. I probably should be on my way home anyway. Can I use your bathroom first?”
“Down the hall to the right.” Adam said. All he has to do is wait for the drug to kick in and then Peter would be too hazy to fight…much.he could tell the drug was already taking effect by the way Peter stumbled down the hall.
“Peter, are you alright in there?”
“I-I’m fine.” He wasn’t fine. Peter splashed another handful of cold water on his face. He thought his professor was attractive, but he had hoped it wasn’t noticeable. His face was all flushed; apparently he hadn’t misread the vibes he was getting from his professor. Peter stepped out of the bathroom into complete darkness. Someone slams into him hard as the lights come back on. Peter goes face first into the wall; all he sees is bright white light.
He comes to seconds later. Adam is straddling him, his knees pressing Peter’s wrists to the floor. Peter tires to move but he’s tired, too tired. Adam’s hands move to Peter jeans undoing the button and zipper.
“W-what are you doing?” Adam backhands him by way of response. Peter tastes blood as his lip splits open.“Please…”
“Begging is good, but you’re not begging about the right things.”
He flips Peter over, slamming his head against the hardwood floor. His apartment is soundproof so Peter can scream all he wants. He pulls Peter’s hands behind his back and ties them. He likes the struggle, but he doesn’t need hands slapping him in the face. Peter tries to buck him off, but that only turns him on more. He moans as Peter’s ass brushed against him. He likes to have to work for it.
“Slow down love, we’ll get there.” He leans down and whispers in Peter's ear.
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Nathan doesn’t mean to yell at Peter, but he wants an explanation for the bruises around his wrists. He wants to know why Peter has a black eye. He wants to know why Peter winces and draws back when he approaches. He’s expecting some lame story about Peter trying to save some defenseless stranger from getting mugged and getting himself knocked out in the process. Typical Peter; always rushing to help the next guy without much thought for personal safety.
“I was raped.” He hears Peter’s confession the first time, but shock makes him prompt Peter to say it again.
Peter chokes on the words and Nathan pulls Peter to him. Peter tenses and shudders at the action. “It’s just me Peter. It’s just me. I would never hurt you.”
“It’s hurt so much Nathan. I didn’t know anything could hurt like that.” Peter is sobbing now and the sound makes Nathan's heart break.
“Who was it Peter? Who did this?”
“I-I can’t.”
“Just tell me who did this to you. Who hurt you?”
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He’d never killed man with his bare hands. He’d killed men, but never with his hands and he’s not going to waste that on scum like Adam Monroe.
The man had begged for his life, claimed he was sorry for what he had done, but as far as Nathan was concerned he would never be sorry enough. As a lawyer he could tell Peter to press charges, but rape cases rarely worked out for the victims, he’d seen enough as ADA to know that. All that would be accomplished would be making Peter’s life an open book, and sleazy lawyers would line up to make him out to be some wanton man-whore who got what he deserved.
As a big brother he has a much more forceful method of dealing with this problem.
He took a moment to regard the man who had raped his brother before he put a bullet in him. It was a just a moment, where he weighed what he was about to do. A flash of his brother trapped beneath this man, begging for some small measure of mercy, erased all doubt.
This mark on his soul is worth it. Yet, it still didn’t feel like enough.
Pairing: Nathan/Peter, Peter/Adam
Rating: R
Warnings: non-con, violence, character death
Prompt: Day 45 @ theyreitalian
Word Count: 989
Disclaimer: I do not own the Petrelli Brothers, and I’m getting zero for writing this.
Author's Notes: Unbetaed
Prompt 45: The Wounded Prompt
He really is too pretty for his own good. Adam Monroe thought as he watched his student type away on his laptop. He didn’t usually give personal tutoring sessions, but the kid was so pretty how could he refuse?
“So I just type in that last thing and I’m all set.”
“That’s it.”
“It never comes across this easy in class. Most of the time I stare at the board wondering what the hell I’m looking at.” Peter smiles.
He’s a beauty, definitely. All pretty eyes, plump lips and oozing innocence.
“Well that’s true for a lot of people. You just have to learn the HTML language and then it’s easy.” Adam explains.
“Would you like something to drink Peter?”
“Sure. Anything you have is fine.”
He’s trusting. Way too trusting. There was no need to arise any suspicion as yet. Just give him something to drink and let him come to you.
Not too much of the drug, want him to be awake for every minute of it. Just enough of it to disorient him, but not enough to put him out. It’s more fun when they put up a fight. Peter took the juice, swallowed every drop.
“Can I ask you a question Peter?” Peter stopped typing and turned in his chair.
“Did you really need help with your studies or did you just want some alone time with me?”
“I’m sorry?” Peter’s brow furrowed
“Do you want to fuck me as much as I want to fuck you?”
“I… “Peter trailed off and blinked, his hand going to the edge of the desk to steady himself as he stood.
“You alright?”
“Umm yeah. My eyes are just starting to hurt a little.”
“Staring into the computer for hours straight will do that to you.” Adam took Peter’s hand. “Lay down on the couch.”
“No, I’m fine. I probably should be on my way home anyway. Can I use your bathroom first?”
“Down the hall to the right.” Adam said. All he has to do is wait for the drug to kick in and then Peter would be too hazy to fight…much.he could tell the drug was already taking effect by the way Peter stumbled down the hall.
“Peter, are you alright in there?”
“I-I’m fine.” He wasn’t fine. Peter splashed another handful of cold water on his face. He thought his professor was attractive, but he had hoped it wasn’t noticeable. His face was all flushed; apparently he hadn’t misread the vibes he was getting from his professor. Peter stepped out of the bathroom into complete darkness. Someone slams into him hard as the lights come back on. Peter goes face first into the wall; all he sees is bright white light.
He comes to seconds later. Adam is straddling him, his knees pressing Peter’s wrists to the floor. Peter tires to move but he’s tired, too tired. Adam’s hands move to Peter jeans undoing the button and zipper.
“W-what are you doing?” Adam backhands him by way of response. Peter tastes blood as his lip splits open.“Please…”
“Begging is good, but you’re not begging about the right things.”
He flips Peter over, slamming his head against the hardwood floor. His apartment is soundproof so Peter can scream all he wants. He pulls Peter’s hands behind his back and ties them. He likes the struggle, but he doesn’t need hands slapping him in the face. Peter tries to buck him off, but that only turns him on more. He moans as Peter’s ass brushed against him. He likes to have to work for it.
“Slow down love, we’ll get there.” He leans down and whispers in Peter's ear.
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Nathan doesn’t mean to yell at Peter, but he wants an explanation for the bruises around his wrists. He wants to know why Peter has a black eye. He wants to know why Peter winces and draws back when he approaches. He’s expecting some lame story about Peter trying to save some defenseless stranger from getting mugged and getting himself knocked out in the process. Typical Peter; always rushing to help the next guy without much thought for personal safety.
“I was raped.” He hears Peter’s confession the first time, but shock makes him prompt Peter to say it again.
Peter chokes on the words and Nathan pulls Peter to him. Peter tenses and shudders at the action. “It’s just me Peter. It’s just me. I would never hurt you.”
“It’s hurt so much Nathan. I didn’t know anything could hurt like that.” Peter is sobbing now and the sound makes Nathan's heart break.
“Who was it Peter? Who did this?”
“I-I can’t.”
“Just tell me who did this to you. Who hurt you?”
______________________________________________
He’d never killed man with his bare hands. He’d killed men, but never with his hands and he’s not going to waste that on scum like Adam Monroe.
The man had begged for his life, claimed he was sorry for what he had done, but as far as Nathan was concerned he would never be sorry enough. As a lawyer he could tell Peter to press charges, but rape cases rarely worked out for the victims, he’d seen enough as ADA to know that. All that would be accomplished would be making Peter’s life an open book, and sleazy lawyers would line up to make him out to be some wanton man-whore who got what he deserved.
As a big brother he has a much more forceful method of dealing with this problem.
He took a moment to regard the man who had raped his brother before he put a bullet in him. It was a just a moment, where he weighed what he was about to do. A flash of his brother trapped beneath this man, begging for some small measure of mercy, erased all doubt.
This mark on his soul is worth it. Yet, it still didn’t feel like enough.