Power Play - 2 - Sharing Strength
Title: Sharing Strength
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Noah/Nathan
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,600
Spoilers: Through 3x18, “Exposed”
Disclaimer Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al.
Author’s Notes: This is a sequel to Thickening the Thread, though it can be read as a stand-alone.
Summary: Nathan's shame has made him weak...
Nathan stared out the window in his Senate office, cheeks burning from a combination of scotch and shame. It had been possibly the most humiliating day of his life, over and above what he had done to himself during those months Peter was missing. At every turn, every word and order he’d given had been countermanded, negated, or ignored. Danko had run roughshod over him, Noah had sneered down at him, and Peter had nearly died, rejected him, and left him, again.
It was childish, he’d told himself, to feel this way. Politicians were burned in effigy all the time; backstabbing was all part of the game. It was normal to have down days and up days, days when the world was aligned against you, other days when you could feel every ounce of the power you held in your hand. Days when you could, with a single order, cause a whole new agency to be created, request several million dollars from Congress, and round up a dozen people in two separate countries. Then there were days when you became a sudden liability to the very thing you had created.
Days that drove you to drink and stare out the window and wonder how long it was going to take Danko to figure out what Nathan Petrelli really was. Wonder when Noah was going to throw in his lot with the government when Nathan went down. Wonder when Peter was finally going to get himself killed and Nathan knew he wouldn’t be there to save him this time-.
“Nathan?”
Nathan didn’t jump, despite the fact that he hadn’t heard the door open or close, despite the fact that the voice had come from the other side of his desk. He was too drained to jump.
“Noah,” Nathan said levelly, putting down the scotch on the sideboard and turning around. “What can I do for you?”
“It seems Peter got away clean. We’re not certain who rescued him; the tapes from the parking garage are poor quality and were badly placed. The techs are doing their best, but the best images we can get are still very obscured. We’ll have to wait for him to make another mistake before moving in again,” Noah reported, his voice even, with an almost mechanical lack of passion.
Nathan’s lips twitched once, a hastily suppressed reaction to Noah’s double-speak. Noah Bennet could have put a bullet in Peter’s brain by drawing him out into Danko’s line of fire. He could have easily told Danko about Nathan’s abilities, and it wouldn’t take much for that man to put together some hasty clues to fuel his paranoia.
But Noah, for all he’d castigated Nathan in front of the whole command center today, had not done that. Noah had managed to keep Peter alive again, when Nathan had failed. Noah was holding this whole operation together with hands and words and lies.
Nathan could feel a burn on his skin when he talked to Noah, on his cheeks and throat and chest, everywhere Noah had marked him seemed to burn when he had to speak. It was like having a brand no one else could see, a mark of dominance he had allowed, encouraged in a moment of profound weakness.
“Do you like the way this feels?” Noah asked, a bit smugly.
Nathan stared at Noah for a moment with complete shock and non-comprehension. For a brief panicked moment, he wondered if Noah somehow ended up with Parkman’s telepathy before reason attempted to reassert itself.
“What do you mean?” Nathan asked cautiously.
“Being out of control. Out of power. End of the rope and no ability to fly out of the fall waiting for you,” Noah said, a slight smirk at his lips.
Nathan allowed an impressive scowl to show, knowing exactly what Noah was talking about. When Nathan had come to Costa Verde to offer Noah a job, he’d had the upper hand. Despite the fact that he had asked for Noah’s help, Nathan still held the power to claim or spare their daughter’s life as he chose. Though he wouldn’t have hurt her, he did not hesitate to use her as a bargaining chip against Noah. He needed Noah’s experience, and in the give and take world of politics, anything could be a weapon to get what you needed.
And Noah had needed his job back, almost as much as he’d wanted Claire kept safe and free. That was what made him easy to manipulate, at least at first.
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“It’s hard to throw these things away,” Noah said, looking down briefly at the weapons, then up again at the boxes of files.
“That’s understandable,” Nathan said meditatively. “But you have to understand that there isn’t much room for sentiment in this program.”
Noah got a shrewd look in his eyes. “Peter,” he stated.
Nathan sighed and leaned against a set of shelves. “Yeah. Claire I can keep safe; she can regenerate, and they don’t consider that much of a threat. But Peter… he’s been up to his ears in trouble ever since this started. He’s been at the heart of all the worse crises, and his abilities are completely unpredictable now. I only had so much weight to throw around to try to keep some people out of the way. One of them I knew had to be kept safe was Claire.”
“That’s quite a confession, Nathan.”
“And surprisingly, all of its true, no matter what you believe. I love my brother; I never wanted anything to happen to him. But he’s an adult and is quite capable of making his own choices. I have to let him. This had cost me quite a lot, but it’s all necessary for keeping everyone safe,” Nathan said, looking up at Noah.
“I understand-.”
“Do you?” Nathan cut in, sharpening his gaze. He needed Noah Bennet, but he wasn’t going to grovel for his help. “I am the only one with the credibility and office to see this gets pulled off without any major problems. You know why things have to be this way. Your help will be appreciated, but I need to know that your dedication will go beyond self-interest.”
Noah looked taken slightly aback at that, and Nathan pounced verbally. “What were the ground rules for the Company?”
“’One of us, one of them,’” Noah recited. “It helps to even the odds.”
Nathan nodded. “So I suppose that makes us partners.”
“I suppose it does.”
A few more pointed inquiries had gotten the story of Noah’s former partners, the invisible Claude, and the power-suppressing Haitian. A very pointed question after that had gotten Nathan a shockingly honest answer. A single veiled inquiry on top of that had Nathan holding onto the shelves behind him with his pants around his ankles, Noah kneeling in front of him.
Nathan abruptly discovered that Noah Bennet was a consummate professional in several varied arenas, and took constructive criticism quite well. He’d taken advantage of that several times in the weeks leading up to the crash. And then their world had turned completely upside down.
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“No,” Nathan said finally. “I really don’t enjoy the way this feels.”
“You could have fooled me,” Noah said bluntly. Nathan stiffened in shock.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” he demanded.
“You’re charging into the command center throwing out orders left and right without bothering to stop and see what Danko’s already decided. Every time you do that, you’re compromising yourself and making every subsequent order you give a joke. If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought you were doing this on purpose,” Noah said.
Nathan felt himself flushing, the remnants of anger and betrayal in his system lowing the guard on his tongue and his actions. The scotch didn’t help either. He felt as close to the edge as he’d ever been, and more than anything he wanted to indulge in one of his brother’s temper tantrums.
“I was just trying to protect Peter from getting killed!” Nathan thundered, stalking out from behind the desk so he could try to make a point, getting into Noah’s personal space.
“That was foolish,” Noah said calmly, looking down at Nathan with what seemed to be supreme condescension.
Nathan’s fist shot out involuntarily, as one too many blows to the ego broke through his control. Noah ducked, barely, and used Nathan’s momentum to propel him toward the bookcase, away from him. Nathan kept himself from stumbling, anger and adrenaline burning away the liquor-induced clumsiness, and kept himself upright.
“Wanting to make sure your family stays safe isn’t foolish,” Nathan gritted, turning back.
“It’s going to kill you,” Noah said. “It almost has, more than once. You’ve died for Peter already Nathan.”
That brought Nathan up short. Kirby Plaza, the news conference, Haiti, Pinehurst, the number of times he’d given up body, soul, and mind for Peter were staggering.
“I’ve already died for Claire. You have to decide how much you’re going to give before you break,” Noah said, his voice softer.
Nathan crossed the carpet to look straight up into Noah’s face, seeing in there the same hard purpose holding together what fragments of their lives they could still call their own. The burn on Nathan’s skin returned redoubled, so hot that Nathan wondered why it didn’t glow.
“Shit,” Nathan whispered, and dropped his eyes. Furious with himself for giving in, for needing this understanding, this connection so badly, Nathan’s hands nearly shook as they yanked his tie loose and unbuttoned his shirt.
Noah only watched at first, and then reached out a hand to help slide Nathan’s shirt off. Nathan muffled a groan as Noah’s fingers barely touched his skin, and roughly jerked his belt loose to free his confined arousal. Noah simply watched, enjoying the play of muscle in Nathan’s chest as the rest of Senator Petrelli’s clothes were flung over a nearby chair.
Standing completely naked in front of Noah, Nathan couldn’t bring himself to meet Noah’s eyes. He shivered as Noah’s hand reached out to slide over his chest, throat, and cheek, gasping as the touch made his cock twitch hungrily.
I am so fucking weak Nathan snarled mentally. All his control was gone, given up, and Nathan was barely able to stand it. What was even worse was that losing control like this was the only thing he thought was going to keep him sane. If Noah had control, if he at least, wasn’t about to break, than at least one of them might be able to keep Danko under control. Nathan couldn’t do it. But Noah could, if Nathan could give him the strength.
“Do it,” Nathan said, another shudder rocking his frame. He waited for Noah to shove him toward the desk and bend him over, as he’d undoubtedly thought about doing more than once, particularly when Nathan had been at his arrogant worst. When that didn’t happen, Nathan forced himself to look up, afraid that he’d see pity or contempt in Noah’s eyes. Instead all he saw was the strangest and most unexpected expression of compassion.
Then Noah put a hand on the back of Nathan’s head and pulled him into a kiss. It was soft only for a second, just long enough for Nathan to pull away and snarl, “I don’t need your damn pity, Noah.”
The kiss hardened into something angry enough to satisfy, all hard muscle and thrusting tongues, a duel for dominance that Nathan instinctively tried to win. He lost ground when Noah pulled his naked body flushed against his, bringing his cock into contact with cloth nearly destroying him. Noah’s hardness thrust against Nathan’s thigh, and he groaned into Noah’s mouth.
Slowly, Noah dragged them both down to their knees, finally breaking off the kiss as he shoved Nathan backwards onto the carpet, hard. Nathan had a long moment of being knocked breathless before he tried to roll over. A firm hand on his hip stopped him, and Noah shook his head.
“Stay,” he said shortly, and pulled a small tube from his pocket. Nathan closed his eyes as he heard the wet sounds of the lube sliding over Noah’s fingers, and clamped his jaw shut to keep himself from making any noise when Noah probed into him. There was none of that odd compassion now, no softness or hesitation, just a steady, clinical thrusting and stretching. Precise and professional, the slow burn inside him making Nathan short of breath.
Nathan could feel Noah looming over him, and waited, tensely, for Noah’s final assault. There was a jangle from Noah’s loosened belt, a susurration of cloth, and a crinkle of foil and rubber before the agony of waiting was over.
“Fuck!” Nathan actually shouted when Noah entered him, the thick bluntness inside him more than he thought he could handle. Shoving out blindly, Noah only clasped his hands on Nathan’s hips and pulled. A long, low scream issued from Nathan’s mouth as the whole hard length entered him at once, pushing and probing before settling into stillness.
“Had enough?” Noah asked, and Nathan was pissed to discover he sounded so damn conversational.
“No, damn you,” Nathan gasped. The second time Noah thrust in, long moments later, the pain was less, and Nathan could actually open his eyes. The third time hit well, and the groan Nathan made held nothing of pain in it. Noah held himself inside, and Nathan had to meet his eyes again, body shuddering with the fading pain and rising pleasure.
“You’re not weak,” Noah said, and Nathan reached up to drag Noah into a fierce kiss, all gasping breaths and clasping lips.
“Ready?” Noah asked, and this time Nathan answered honestly.
“Do it.”
Noah’s slide out of him hurt, but then Nathan was being dragged to his feet and thrust toward the desk. He caught the edge with his hands, bracing himself easily as if this were something he did every day. Noah’s savage penetration back inside him hurt more the good way than the bad, and Nathan shoved back, hearing Noah gasp.
Long-deserted confidence began to trickle back as Noah began to set up a rhythm, Nathan easily matching it, breaths coming in harsh pants for both of them. Noah’s hand reached around to close in a loose fist around Nathan’s cock, dragging it through his grasp with every thrust, his other hand clapped firmly on Nathan’s shoulder for leverage. Mouth open in a gasp as his pleasure soared; Nathan stared at them both in the dark reflection of the window, Noah towering behind him, driving them towards perfection.
The sight did it, and Nathan stiffened, clamping all of his muscles tight as his back arched like a bow, driving himself into Noah’s fist to fountain gleaming white over his hand. Behind him Noah thrust once more, as deeply as he could, and Nathan felt himself relax as Noah’s heat splashed inside him.
“Yes…” Nathan whispered, letting his head drop as Noah pulled out, not even flinching at the pain.
Noah pulled away from him, and as Nathan watched in the window, quickly got himself clean and set back to rights. Nathan didn’t even bother doing so much as fixing his hair. That was his mark this time, the reminder he’d carry with him after he finally clothed himself.
“So, are you going to break, Senator Petrelli?” Noah asked as Nathan turned around, continuing the conversation as if nothing had happened.
Nathan simply gazed back at him with dignity, nothing in his gaze or posture acknowledging his lack of clothing or recent submission.
“Never.”
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Previous Part: Thickening the Thread
Next Part: Letting Go
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Noah/Nathan
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,600
Spoilers: Through 3x18, “Exposed”
Disclaimer Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al.
Author’s Notes: This is a sequel to Thickening the Thread, though it can be read as a stand-alone.
Summary: Nathan's shame has made him weak...
Nathan stared out the window in his Senate office, cheeks burning from a combination of scotch and shame. It had been possibly the most humiliating day of his life, over and above what he had done to himself during those months Peter was missing. At every turn, every word and order he’d given had been countermanded, negated, or ignored. Danko had run roughshod over him, Noah had sneered down at him, and Peter had nearly died, rejected him, and left him, again.
It was childish, he’d told himself, to feel this way. Politicians were burned in effigy all the time; backstabbing was all part of the game. It was normal to have down days and up days, days when the world was aligned against you, other days when you could feel every ounce of the power you held in your hand. Days when you could, with a single order, cause a whole new agency to be created, request several million dollars from Congress, and round up a dozen people in two separate countries. Then there were days when you became a sudden liability to the very thing you had created.
Days that drove you to drink and stare out the window and wonder how long it was going to take Danko to figure out what Nathan Petrelli really was. Wonder when Noah was going to throw in his lot with the government when Nathan went down. Wonder when Peter was finally going to get himself killed and Nathan knew he wouldn’t be there to save him this time-.
“Nathan?”
Nathan didn’t jump, despite the fact that he hadn’t heard the door open or close, despite the fact that the voice had come from the other side of his desk. He was too drained to jump.
“Noah,” Nathan said levelly, putting down the scotch on the sideboard and turning around. “What can I do for you?”
“It seems Peter got away clean. We’re not certain who rescued him; the tapes from the parking garage are poor quality and were badly placed. The techs are doing their best, but the best images we can get are still very obscured. We’ll have to wait for him to make another mistake before moving in again,” Noah reported, his voice even, with an almost mechanical lack of passion.
Nathan’s lips twitched once, a hastily suppressed reaction to Noah’s double-speak. Noah Bennet could have put a bullet in Peter’s brain by drawing him out into Danko’s line of fire. He could have easily told Danko about Nathan’s abilities, and it wouldn’t take much for that man to put together some hasty clues to fuel his paranoia.
But Noah, for all he’d castigated Nathan in front of the whole command center today, had not done that. Noah had managed to keep Peter alive again, when Nathan had failed. Noah was holding this whole operation together with hands and words and lies.
Nathan could feel a burn on his skin when he talked to Noah, on his cheeks and throat and chest, everywhere Noah had marked him seemed to burn when he had to speak. It was like having a brand no one else could see, a mark of dominance he had allowed, encouraged in a moment of profound weakness.
“Do you like the way this feels?” Noah asked, a bit smugly.
Nathan stared at Noah for a moment with complete shock and non-comprehension. For a brief panicked moment, he wondered if Noah somehow ended up with Parkman’s telepathy before reason attempted to reassert itself.
“What do you mean?” Nathan asked cautiously.
“Being out of control. Out of power. End of the rope and no ability to fly out of the fall waiting for you,” Noah said, a slight smirk at his lips.
Nathan allowed an impressive scowl to show, knowing exactly what Noah was talking about. When Nathan had come to Costa Verde to offer Noah a job, he’d had the upper hand. Despite the fact that he had asked for Noah’s help, Nathan still held the power to claim or spare their daughter’s life as he chose. Though he wouldn’t have hurt her, he did not hesitate to use her as a bargaining chip against Noah. He needed Noah’s experience, and in the give and take world of politics, anything could be a weapon to get what you needed.
And Noah had needed his job back, almost as much as he’d wanted Claire kept safe and free. That was what made him easy to manipulate, at least at first.
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“It’s hard to throw these things away,” Noah said, looking down briefly at the weapons, then up again at the boxes of files.
“That’s understandable,” Nathan said meditatively. “But you have to understand that there isn’t much room for sentiment in this program.”
Noah got a shrewd look in his eyes. “Peter,” he stated.
Nathan sighed and leaned against a set of shelves. “Yeah. Claire I can keep safe; she can regenerate, and they don’t consider that much of a threat. But Peter… he’s been up to his ears in trouble ever since this started. He’s been at the heart of all the worse crises, and his abilities are completely unpredictable now. I only had so much weight to throw around to try to keep some people out of the way. One of them I knew had to be kept safe was Claire.”
“That’s quite a confession, Nathan.”
“And surprisingly, all of its true, no matter what you believe. I love my brother; I never wanted anything to happen to him. But he’s an adult and is quite capable of making his own choices. I have to let him. This had cost me quite a lot, but it’s all necessary for keeping everyone safe,” Nathan said, looking up at Noah.
“I understand-.”
“Do you?” Nathan cut in, sharpening his gaze. He needed Noah Bennet, but he wasn’t going to grovel for his help. “I am the only one with the credibility and office to see this gets pulled off without any major problems. You know why things have to be this way. Your help will be appreciated, but I need to know that your dedication will go beyond self-interest.”
Noah looked taken slightly aback at that, and Nathan pounced verbally. “What were the ground rules for the Company?”
“’One of us, one of them,’” Noah recited. “It helps to even the odds.”
Nathan nodded. “So I suppose that makes us partners.”
“I suppose it does.”
A few more pointed inquiries had gotten the story of Noah’s former partners, the invisible Claude, and the power-suppressing Haitian. A very pointed question after that had gotten Nathan a shockingly honest answer. A single veiled inquiry on top of that had Nathan holding onto the shelves behind him with his pants around his ankles, Noah kneeling in front of him.
Nathan abruptly discovered that Noah Bennet was a consummate professional in several varied arenas, and took constructive criticism quite well. He’d taken advantage of that several times in the weeks leading up to the crash. And then their world had turned completely upside down.
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“No,” Nathan said finally. “I really don’t enjoy the way this feels.”
“You could have fooled me,” Noah said bluntly. Nathan stiffened in shock.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” he demanded.
“You’re charging into the command center throwing out orders left and right without bothering to stop and see what Danko’s already decided. Every time you do that, you’re compromising yourself and making every subsequent order you give a joke. If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought you were doing this on purpose,” Noah said.
Nathan felt himself flushing, the remnants of anger and betrayal in his system lowing the guard on his tongue and his actions. The scotch didn’t help either. He felt as close to the edge as he’d ever been, and more than anything he wanted to indulge in one of his brother’s temper tantrums.
“I was just trying to protect Peter from getting killed!” Nathan thundered, stalking out from behind the desk so he could try to make a point, getting into Noah’s personal space.
“That was foolish,” Noah said calmly, looking down at Nathan with what seemed to be supreme condescension.
Nathan’s fist shot out involuntarily, as one too many blows to the ego broke through his control. Noah ducked, barely, and used Nathan’s momentum to propel him toward the bookcase, away from him. Nathan kept himself from stumbling, anger and adrenaline burning away the liquor-induced clumsiness, and kept himself upright.
“Wanting to make sure your family stays safe isn’t foolish,” Nathan gritted, turning back.
“It’s going to kill you,” Noah said. “It almost has, more than once. You’ve died for Peter already Nathan.”
That brought Nathan up short. Kirby Plaza, the news conference, Haiti, Pinehurst, the number of times he’d given up body, soul, and mind for Peter were staggering.
“I’ve already died for Claire. You have to decide how much you’re going to give before you break,” Noah said, his voice softer.
Nathan crossed the carpet to look straight up into Noah’s face, seeing in there the same hard purpose holding together what fragments of their lives they could still call their own. The burn on Nathan’s skin returned redoubled, so hot that Nathan wondered why it didn’t glow.
“Shit,” Nathan whispered, and dropped his eyes. Furious with himself for giving in, for needing this understanding, this connection so badly, Nathan’s hands nearly shook as they yanked his tie loose and unbuttoned his shirt.
Noah only watched at first, and then reached out a hand to help slide Nathan’s shirt off. Nathan muffled a groan as Noah’s fingers barely touched his skin, and roughly jerked his belt loose to free his confined arousal. Noah simply watched, enjoying the play of muscle in Nathan’s chest as the rest of Senator Petrelli’s clothes were flung over a nearby chair.
Standing completely naked in front of Noah, Nathan couldn’t bring himself to meet Noah’s eyes. He shivered as Noah’s hand reached out to slide over his chest, throat, and cheek, gasping as the touch made his cock twitch hungrily.
I am so fucking weak Nathan snarled mentally. All his control was gone, given up, and Nathan was barely able to stand it. What was even worse was that losing control like this was the only thing he thought was going to keep him sane. If Noah had control, if he at least, wasn’t about to break, than at least one of them might be able to keep Danko under control. Nathan couldn’t do it. But Noah could, if Nathan could give him the strength.
“Do it,” Nathan said, another shudder rocking his frame. He waited for Noah to shove him toward the desk and bend him over, as he’d undoubtedly thought about doing more than once, particularly when Nathan had been at his arrogant worst. When that didn’t happen, Nathan forced himself to look up, afraid that he’d see pity or contempt in Noah’s eyes. Instead all he saw was the strangest and most unexpected expression of compassion.
Then Noah put a hand on the back of Nathan’s head and pulled him into a kiss. It was soft only for a second, just long enough for Nathan to pull away and snarl, “I don’t need your damn pity, Noah.”
The kiss hardened into something angry enough to satisfy, all hard muscle and thrusting tongues, a duel for dominance that Nathan instinctively tried to win. He lost ground when Noah pulled his naked body flushed against his, bringing his cock into contact with cloth nearly destroying him. Noah’s hardness thrust against Nathan’s thigh, and he groaned into Noah’s mouth.
Slowly, Noah dragged them both down to their knees, finally breaking off the kiss as he shoved Nathan backwards onto the carpet, hard. Nathan had a long moment of being knocked breathless before he tried to roll over. A firm hand on his hip stopped him, and Noah shook his head.
“Stay,” he said shortly, and pulled a small tube from his pocket. Nathan closed his eyes as he heard the wet sounds of the lube sliding over Noah’s fingers, and clamped his jaw shut to keep himself from making any noise when Noah probed into him. There was none of that odd compassion now, no softness or hesitation, just a steady, clinical thrusting and stretching. Precise and professional, the slow burn inside him making Nathan short of breath.
Nathan could feel Noah looming over him, and waited, tensely, for Noah’s final assault. There was a jangle from Noah’s loosened belt, a susurration of cloth, and a crinkle of foil and rubber before the agony of waiting was over.
“Fuck!” Nathan actually shouted when Noah entered him, the thick bluntness inside him more than he thought he could handle. Shoving out blindly, Noah only clasped his hands on Nathan’s hips and pulled. A long, low scream issued from Nathan’s mouth as the whole hard length entered him at once, pushing and probing before settling into stillness.
“Had enough?” Noah asked, and Nathan was pissed to discover he sounded so damn conversational.
“No, damn you,” Nathan gasped. The second time Noah thrust in, long moments later, the pain was less, and Nathan could actually open his eyes. The third time hit well, and the groan Nathan made held nothing of pain in it. Noah held himself inside, and Nathan had to meet his eyes again, body shuddering with the fading pain and rising pleasure.
“You’re not weak,” Noah said, and Nathan reached up to drag Noah into a fierce kiss, all gasping breaths and clasping lips.
“Ready?” Noah asked, and this time Nathan answered honestly.
“Do it.”
Noah’s slide out of him hurt, but then Nathan was being dragged to his feet and thrust toward the desk. He caught the edge with his hands, bracing himself easily as if this were something he did every day. Noah’s savage penetration back inside him hurt more the good way than the bad, and Nathan shoved back, hearing Noah gasp.
Long-deserted confidence began to trickle back as Noah began to set up a rhythm, Nathan easily matching it, breaths coming in harsh pants for both of them. Noah’s hand reached around to close in a loose fist around Nathan’s cock, dragging it through his grasp with every thrust, his other hand clapped firmly on Nathan’s shoulder for leverage. Mouth open in a gasp as his pleasure soared; Nathan stared at them both in the dark reflection of the window, Noah towering behind him, driving them towards perfection.
The sight did it, and Nathan stiffened, clamping all of his muscles tight as his back arched like a bow, driving himself into Noah’s fist to fountain gleaming white over his hand. Behind him Noah thrust once more, as deeply as he could, and Nathan felt himself relax as Noah’s heat splashed inside him.
“Yes…” Nathan whispered, letting his head drop as Noah pulled out, not even flinching at the pain.
Noah pulled away from him, and as Nathan watched in the window, quickly got himself clean and set back to rights. Nathan didn’t even bother doing so much as fixing his hair. That was his mark this time, the reminder he’d carry with him after he finally clothed himself.
“So, are you going to break, Senator Petrelli?” Noah asked as Nathan turned around, continuing the conversation as if nothing had happened.
Nathan simply gazed back at him with dignity, nothing in his gaze or posture acknowledging his lack of clothing or recent submission.
“Never.”
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