Selfish by Darkfire_blade
Title: Selfish
Author: Darkfire_blade aka Hellsfirescythe
For: heroes_flashfic
Prompt: Save the Heroes!
Characters/Pairings: Ando/Peter/Zach
Rating: R
Notes/Warnings: Sex and slash...voyerism. post saving of Claire (if that's what happens). Pairing idea inspired by the prompt 'Second Best' in technosage's pornathon.
Zach didn't have give a second thought as something thudded roughly against his shut door. It wasn't the first time this week that he's heard a body make heavy contact with some sort of object in his house. After all, if one stuck a rising politician in the same living area with an ex-druggie, the two with equal amounts of hubris, both just seeming to rub each other the wrong way, more than a couple shoves were exchanged back and forth every few hours. Add to the fact that there was limited parental supervision at home because of dad's huge physics conference and mom constantly working a full-time job, babysitting a bunch of grown-ups was definitely a lot harder and more frustrating than it sounded.
When the scuffling at the door didn't stop, the laptop was shut with a sharp click and Zach trudged towards his door with an air of defeat. Claire should have counted herself exceedingly lucky to have skipped out on being a welcoming hostess to her rag-tag host of rescuers.
"Can you guys please...tone...it..."
Two bodies toppled into his room in a struggle of a much different sort. Zach's mouth went dry as he took in the sight of Peter Petrelli looking as if he was in the process of sucking off somebody's face. Okay, so maybe it actually wasn't a disgusting as it sounded. He'd seen people making out in empty classrooms plenty of times before, face-sucking was not an unfamiliar sight. But something in the pit of his belly tightened as he watched, transfixed by the Petrelli's lithe form straddled and bent over another...man.
For a second, the two stopped to come up for air. Zach unwittingly dodged behind his floorlamp, but neither intruders noticed. Peter's hands moved away from the other's face to travel down to other places. A curse broken into a startled keen twisted the feeling deeper into Zach's gut. On the floor, the Japanese guy, the tall one, arched off of the floor, face twisted into an expression of pure surprise and ecstasy. It seemed that the hand Peter had wriggled past Ando's loosened slacks had reached its destination.
A small whimper broke through labored breaths and small noises and everything stopped. It was only when Zach found himself pinned with the curious stare of brown eyes and the startled gawk of black ones, that he realized that the whimper had come from him. A tiny amused smirk formed over the younger Petrelli's face. Ando's eyes snapped shut and his stifled groan seemed all too loud in the tiny room. Zach's eyes widened, riveted to the deliberate gyrations of Peter's hips into the other man.
Unconsciously, Zach reached for his pants as Peter's hands slid jerkily up Ando's sides, hiking up the other's shirt as he did so, Ando wasn't receiving his treatment just lying down either. The subject of Zach being anywhere nearby seemed to be no where on the Japanese man's mind any longer. Peter though...Zach muffled a gasp with his hand as every now and then as the other man's eyes seemed to glance his way.
Later that night, after Zach finished cleaning up the mess in front of his door and next to the lamp, he settled down into bed, thoughts of gleaming brown eyes and bare skin dancing through his mind. It really wasn't anything he could forget about any time soon, not with Ando's mortified blush at their every meeting and Peter's smug expression. With a sigh, Zach allowed a smile to tug the corner of his mouth. He wasn't so jealous of Claire and her peace anymore. Having all these 'heroes' in the house was more than interesting...just as long as he got to save them all to himself.
EDITS?
Author: Darkfire_blade aka Hellsfirescythe
For: heroes_flashfic
Prompt: Save the Heroes!
Characters/Pairings: Ando/Peter/Zach
Rating: R
Notes/Warnings: Sex and slash...voyerism. post saving of Claire (if that's what happens). Pairing idea inspired by the prompt 'Second Best' in technosage's pornathon.
Zach didn't have give a second thought as something thudded roughly against his shut door. It wasn't the first time this week that he's heard a body make heavy contact with some sort of object in his house. After all, if one stuck a rising politician in the same living area with an ex-druggie, the two with equal amounts of hubris, both just seeming to rub each other the wrong way, more than a couple shoves were exchanged back and forth every few hours. Add to the fact that there was limited parental supervision at home because of dad's huge physics conference and mom constantly working a full-time job, babysitting a bunch of grown-ups was definitely a lot harder and more frustrating than it sounded.
When the scuffling at the door didn't stop, the laptop was shut with a sharp click and Zach trudged towards his door with an air of defeat. Claire should have counted herself exceedingly lucky to have skipped out on being a welcoming hostess to her rag-tag host of rescuers.
"Can you guys please...tone...it..."
Two bodies toppled into his room in a struggle of a much different sort. Zach's mouth went dry as he took in the sight of Peter Petrelli looking as if he was in the process of sucking off somebody's face. Okay, so maybe it actually wasn't a disgusting as it sounded. He'd seen people making out in empty classrooms plenty of times before, face-sucking was not an unfamiliar sight. But something in the pit of his belly tightened as he watched, transfixed by the Petrelli's lithe form straddled and bent over another...man.
For a second, the two stopped to come up for air. Zach unwittingly dodged behind his floorlamp, but neither intruders noticed. Peter's hands moved away from the other's face to travel down to other places. A curse broken into a startled keen twisted the feeling deeper into Zach's gut. On the floor, the Japanese guy, the tall one, arched off of the floor, face twisted into an expression of pure surprise and ecstasy. It seemed that the hand Peter had wriggled past Ando's loosened slacks had reached its destination.
A small whimper broke through labored breaths and small noises and everything stopped. It was only when Zach found himself pinned with the curious stare of brown eyes and the startled gawk of black ones, that he realized that the whimper had come from him. A tiny amused smirk formed over the younger Petrelli's face. Ando's eyes snapped shut and his stifled groan seemed all too loud in the tiny room. Zach's eyes widened, riveted to the deliberate gyrations of Peter's hips into the other man.
Unconsciously, Zach reached for his pants as Peter's hands slid jerkily up Ando's sides, hiking up the other's shirt as he did so, Ando wasn't receiving his treatment just lying down either. The subject of Zach being anywhere nearby seemed to be no where on the Japanese man's mind any longer. Peter though...Zach muffled a gasp with his hand as every now and then as the other man's eyes seemed to glance his way.
Later that night, after Zach finished cleaning up the mess in front of his door and next to the lamp, he settled down into bed, thoughts of gleaming brown eyes and bare skin dancing through his mind. It really wasn't anything he could forget about any time soon, not with Ando's mortified blush at their every meeting and Peter's smug expression. With a sigh, Zach allowed a smile to tug the corner of his mouth. He wasn't so jealous of Claire and her peace anymore. Having all these 'heroes' in the house was more than interesting...just as long as he got to save them all to himself.
EDITS?