Destiny
Title: Destiny
Author: Greens
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 505
Pairing: Hiro/other male character
Summary: He wished it didn't have to end so soon.
Spoilers: None
Author's Notes: Written for frazzledog (for
hero_valentines)who gave me an option for which story to write and 18 stories later, I decided on a Hiro/any male slash fic and I even threw in a hint of time travel:) I had this all written out, but alas, I didn't save it as I shut down, so this is version 2 of this fic. I really liked version 1 better, but I hope you like this one:) It's my first time with Hiro. I hope I don't disappoint too much. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Heroes is not mine. But if it was, that would be sooooo awesome:)
Hiro's body arched upward with a short, deep gasp. His naked body pressed skin to skin, slick with sweat and other bodily fluids. The sheets crumpled beneath him with every movement that he made. His legs were pressed up, yearning for more. The dominance overcame him. He was whimpering and squirming with tiny squeals of excitement. He hadn't known what to expect going in to it, but now that he was there, it was like a beautiful dream.
Their bodies moved in complete rhythm, rocking back and forth like a metronome, keeping a steady beat. Hiro pressed up against the stronger, more masculine body which hovered above him. Each swift thrust downward pulled from Hiro a whimpered squeal in both Japanese and broken English. Light from the nearly set sun shone in through the clouded windows, radiating off the glistening sweat on their bodies. The droplets acting like a kaleidoscope, flickering with the sunlight. Their breathing fell into a jagged rhythm, gasping turning to panting as they came simultaneously.
A smile crept across Hiro's face as he lay back, spent, gazing over at the naked body beside him, which was draped only in the white bed sheet. He was flooded with emotion, watching his bare chest gently rise and fall. It was even more amazing than he had dreamed. More spectacular than he had expected. Hiro only wished that he would be able to find the words to express that. He wished that it didn't have to end.
So he lay back, dreamy, eyes bright with thought. Maybe it didn't have to. Hiro struggled for a few moments. He remembered what he had told Ando, that a hero shouldn't use his power for personal gain. It was wrong. Hiro didn't want to be greedy. It hurt him to even think it. He was on a mission after all. He had a plan that he had to follow through with. Wasn't it true though, that even heroes needed time to step back and enjoy the life and world that they were trying so desperately to save? Perhaps it was his own destiny, not only to save the world, but to find happiness while doing it. Happiness and love could help drive a person to fulfil their destiny. It could help Hiro complete his journey. It could be the one piece that was missing all along.
He closed his eyes tight, face crunched, focusing hard. He wasn't sure it would work, (his power was funny that way) but after what seemed like about a minute, he eased his eyes open.
Hiro stood at a doorway, fully clothed, satchel slung over his shoulder. He pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, smiling softly as the door pulled inward.
"You made it," Isaac stood opposite him, denim shirt covered in dried paint. He moved aside, allowing Hiro to walk in.
The sun had just begun to set, the door shut practically silently behind them and their silhouettes once again began to dance against the clouded windows.
End.