Pact and Promise
Title: Pact and Promise
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Consensual incest, D/s relationship, voyeurism
Word Count: 4,756
Spoilers: None, pre-series
Disclaimer Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al.,
Author’s Notes: Written for the YAHAKM, for the prompt, “pre-series; sub!Nathan, Dom!Peter; Nathan in a collar." I didn't actually get this written in time to put it in the Kink Meme, but the prompt did come from there.
Summary: Nathan and Peter have a great deal of trust between them, even for brothers.
Nathan shut Peter’s door behind him hard, nearly slamming it, and turned to find Peter sitting in one of the chairs by the window, his expression troubled.
And since there were no blood, tears, or dead bodies, Nathan’s face quickly set into a disapproving scowl.
“What is it Peter?” Nathan asked, his voice determinedly neutral.
“I needed to see you,” Peter said softly, his voice needy and strained. He stood up, looking like a Gothic poet in his black clothes, and shook his hair out of his eyes.
“Damn it Pete, you just can’t call me at the office and ask me to drop everything for less than an emergency,” Nathan growled.
“It is an emergency,” Peter insisted.
“If you’re having trouble with your classes, toughen up Pete. Third year of college can be hard, I know. Get yourself a tutor on campus; they’re better at helping you study than me,” Nathan said with exasperation.
“It’s not anything like that,” Peter said, taking a few steps forward, looking straight into Nathan’s eyes. What he read there made Nathan’s blood pressure spike into dangerous levels.
“No, Pete, no. You did not just make a damn booty call. I have to finish three briefings and do the final touch-ups on tomorrow’s opening statement-.”
In mid-rant, Peter reached out and buckled a heavy leather and silver-studded collar around Nathan’s neck. Nathan’s words cut off as if a switch had been flicked. Sinking to his knees, he bowed his head and closed his eyes, waiting.
Peter walked away, and Nathan could hear him opening a bottle, putting ice in a glass, and pouring something. Long minutes later, Peter returned, and Nathan could feel the heat of him as he stood nearby. More time passed, how much, Nathan couldn’t care about right now, and Peter’s fingers touched under his chin. Nathan tilted his head up obediently, and he accepted the rim of the glass between his teeth.
“Drink,” Peter said, and Nathan took down swallow after swallow of cool scotch, not letting a drop escape his mouth. When the glass was drained, Peter urged him to take the ice cubes, and Nathan knelt there, letting the ice slowly melt in his mouth and trickle down his throat. While he waited, Peter walked away again, opening and closing drawers and closets, lighting matches, and turning on the stereo to something low and throbbing.
The ice was long melted in Nathan’s mouth, and his knees were starting to ache by the time Peter came back.
“Stand. Open your eyes. Undress and put your clothes neatly in the closet. Return to the middle of the living room and wait for me, standing.”
Peter walked away without even waiting to see Nathan’s reaction.
Nathan stood, betraying no protest as his knees popped, opening his eyes to see the living room flooded with golden light from the many candles Peter had lit. It transformed it from a poor college student’s room into something with dignity. Nathan’s eyes glossed right by it as he quickly got out of his suit, hanging up everything with care, taking off his watch and rings, until he was entirely naked save for his collar.
He padded back into the living room quietly, no shoes to tap on the floor with authority, and found a cushion right next to where he was supposed to be. Standing, he waited, watching absently as Peter walked by him several times, straightening up stacks of books, putting away dishes, and bringing out bowls of snacks. Almost as an afterthought, Peter stopped in front of him and tapped Nathan’s collar, pointing to the cushion.
Nathan sank to his knees again where Peter had indicated, hands clasped behind his back, head bowed and eyes closed.
“Are you grateful for the cushion?” Peter asked. Nathan nodded, and Peter actually reached out to run his hands through Nathan’s hair. Heat stirred deep in his body, and Nathan was careful to keep himself still.
“Relax,” Peter murmured, and gently pulled Nathan’s head to rest against his crotch. The rich smell of leather invaded Nathan’s senses, and he could feel the smoothness of it against his cheek. Under that, the heat of Peter’s skin, and the curve of his cock could be felt, and Nathan turned his face slightly to feel them better.
“Good,” Peter said, running his hand over Nathan’s head, petting him. Nathan only sighed in contentment, relaxing completely.
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It hadn’t always been like this between them. As a matter of fact, up until three years ago, Nathan wouldn’t have been caught dead doing anything like this. The fact that him and Peter were together had been enough of a stimulant in and of itself. Trying to keep on top of it, to make sure it didn’t destroy them, Nathan had always felt was his responsibility. And he had always led them, even in the bedroom. He had always been in a position of power, and relinquishing that, for any reason, made him feel rather panicky.
And Peter certainly hadn’t minded. His little brother was remarkably compliant, eager to please Nathan, happy to let him take control. It was just when Peter had gone to college, and Nathan’s career had taken off at the District Attorney’s office, that things had gotten complicated.
Nathan had been pretty stressed with Peter being away so often, and was more careful than ever to make sure they couldn’t be caught during the frantic times they were together. Nathan had a family to consider, and his reputation, and that made him… well, tense was a mild description. “Verge of a nervous breakdown” might have been closer to the truth. He loved Peter, and loved everything they did together, but having to be in complete command and control all day, every day, had begun to sour the times they shared.
So halfway through Peter’s freshman year of college, his little brother made a proposal.
“I joined a new club on campus,” Peter offered tentatively. Nathan regarded Peter over the rim of his scotch glass and raised an eyebrow for him to continue.
“It’s a dominant/submissive club.”
“What?!” Nathan asked, jerking upright in his chair, jealously automatically coming to the forefront of his mind.
“Wait, wait, I just joined to get some information, ok? It’s not what you think, I promise,” Peter protested.
“Christ Pete, Dad will have a heart attack if he finds out,” Nathan said, exasperated, though slightly mollified by Peter’s explanation.
“Hey, there’s not exactly a list of members. I mean, some people want to know about it, but they don’t want other people to know they want to know about it, ok? It’s not just for that… it’s sort of for other things too. Bondage, things like that. How to do it right, you know?” Peter said, hands moving expressively.
Nathan set his jaw for a moment. “So, what kind of information were you looking for?”
“Nathan, I know things have been a little stressed. I mean, your job, me being at school all the time, so I thought we might want to try something different…”
“Domination,” Nathan repeated, and Peter nodded. Nathan heaved out a breath. “I don’t think I’d look too good in black leather Pete.”
Honestly, it wasn’t the sort of thing that turned Nathan on. He was already in command in the bedroom ninety percent of the time, so how would this make a change?
“Actually,” Peter said, his voice soft. “I thought I might wear the leather.”
Nathan froze, glass halfway to his mouth, and stared at Peter for a very long time.
“You would,” Nathan said finally.
“Yeah, I would,” Peter said more firmly.
“And what, exactly, would we be doing?” Nathan asked, intrigued.
“That’s the thing,” Peter said, warming up to the subject. “You wouldn’t have to do anything. I’d be making the decisions, and you wouldn’t even have to think. It wouldn’t even always be, ya know, sex, but when we’d do this, you wouldn’t have to worry about anything. If… if you trust me.”
“Of course I trust you,” Nathan snapped instantly, and then let his mind wander over the rest of the statement. He wasn’t entirely unfamiliar with that particular lifestyle, and the thought of not having to think, or plan, or have to be in charge for once held some appeal. And the more he thought about it, the more appealing it became. He’d just never considered it with Peter because, well, he never thought Peter would be interested in being in charge.
Apparently he’d been wrong.
“What do you think?” Peter asked a little anxiously. “I mean, any interest at all? Just forget it if you don’t want to, it was just an idea-.”
“Pete,” Nathan stopped him, and set down his glass. “Yeah, I’m interested.” His gut twisted when he said that, composed of equal parts of nerves and excitement.
Peter’s eyes lit up with both surprise and triumph, and he started to rummage in a bag next to his chair.
“Let’s give it a trial run. Talk things out, see how it goes for the first couple of times, ok?” Nathan added, caution too ingrained in him to leap into this without assurances.
“Ok, totally, I just want us to be happy, ah! There it is,” Peter said, coming up with a small wooden box. “I got you something… I was sort of hoping you’d say yes.”
He opened the box for Nathan, revealing a heavy black leather collar, studded with silver, bearing a substantial buckle. Nathan looked at it and swallowed hard. Twice. His stomach turned over, and his cock twitched with definite interest as he looked at the collar. Peter had excellent taste...
“You bought that for me?” Nathan asked, oddly touched. Slightly weirded out, but touched.
“I had it made for you.”
Nathan felt a burning rush of heat run through his entire body at that statement, and his arousal was now urgent and almost painful. He’d never heard anything sexier come out of Peter’s mouth before.
“God that’s hot, Pete,” he said faintly. Peter was blushing, but held his gaze without wavering.
“So, you want to try a little tonight?” he asked.
“Yeah, definitely,” Nathan said, almost eagerly sweeping aside several years of their usual rituals in favor of this.
“Ok, ok. Wow,” Peter muttered, mostly to himself, and Nathan chuckled a bit.
“Weren’t expecting me to agree?”
“Well, I was hoping, but… You’re you,” Peter pointed out.
“So, how much practice do you have at this?” Nathan asked, loosening his tie.
Peter shook his head. “I wouldn’t do this for anyone but you.”
“Fuck…” Nathan breathed, and yanked his tie off hard. Peter was going to make him cum in his pants, saying things like that. He was offering up himself to his little brother, offering up his control, and Peter was still his, unquestionably, completely, and always.
“Later,” Peter said, and took the collar out of the box. He crossed to Nathan, holding it in both hands, as Nathan looked up at him with both desire and trepidation.
“Do you trust me?” Peter asked. Nathan nodded. “We’ll talk about specifics later, but for now, I promise I won’t do anything we haven’t done before, ok? Pure vanilla.”
“Ok,” Nathan said, and then smiled a bit mischievously. “So, do you want me to call you ‘Master?’”
“Actually, Nathan,” Peter said, buckling on the collar, carefully tightening it, checking to make sure it wouldn’t impede his breathing, “while you have this on, I don’t want you to talk at all.”
Nathan opened his mouth in shock, but didn’t speak. Christ, Peter was hitting kinks that Nathan didn’t even know he had.
The buckle finally clicked into place, and Nathan felt the cool, heavy weight settling in around his throat. Peter smiled in triumph, with a twist of arrogance to his lips that Nathan had never seen before.
“It’s ok Nate,” Peter said, and curled his hand around Nathan’s neck, pulling him into a hug against his stomach, holding him there gently. It was a surprisingly intimate gesture that Nathan wasn’t sure he would have done… until now. “The only thing I really want is for you to relax. Don’t think. Don’t worry. I have you, ok?”
Nathan breathed into the warm fabric of Peter’s shirt, deliberately bringing up all his objections, worries, and fears, letting them run through his mind before trying to dismiss them. The meeting he might be late for, the dinner he might miss, the briefing he had to do, the calls he had to make, the inherent kinkiness of submitting himself to his younger brother and the fact that he was very much enjoying it so far…
“Just let it go, Nate,” Peter said soothingly. “Let it go.”
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Letting go of all of his worries was hard, but Nathan had eventually trained himself to go blank at the touch of the collar on his neck. While he was Peter’s, his mind existed in limbo. Nothing mattered to him, not his job, not his family, not even the passage of time. He existed only to do what Peter bid, and other than that, nothing else was important.
It was almost like what he’d imagined being under hypnosis would be like, because every time Peter took off the collar, Nathan was always ten times more relaxed than he’d been when he started. Peter had actually been extremely impressed with him.
“I mean, I’ve seen a few other doms in action, and I don’t think they have as good control over their subs as I do,” Peter said one evening, not long ago, just after he’d taken off Nathan’s collar.
“You like watching other doms in action?” Nathan asked incredulously. Peter rolled his eyes.
“Not like that you perv. As a demonstration, you know, at the club. They’ll have their subs there, waiting on them, just showing their control. Nothing too hardcore on campus, you know?”
“All in the name of education. Damn good thing Mom and Dad don’t know what you’re spending your money on,” Nathan snorted.
“Not that they care,” Peter muttered. Nathan was about to voice a protest when Peter just talked over him. “I brag about you to the other doms.”
“What?” Nathan was too surprised and too relaxed to go into panic mode, but he was still fairly shocked.
“Not by name! Some of them don’t even name their subs, privacy issues and stuff. I was just telling them that my sub was really, really good at zoning out and giving himself over. They were curious to see if I was telling the truth,” Peter said.
Nathan’s eyes widened. “Peter, are you talking about…?”
“I want to have them over and show you off.”
Nathan swallowed. The Nathan Petrelli that was a district attorney, husband, and father rebelled violently against the mere idea of letting strangers, letting anyone see him with Peter. It was his baby brother, for Christ’s sake. He’d be thrown in jail as the worst kind of criminal, denied everything that he’d worked so hard to gain, if he let anyone who recognized him and Peter for who they were see them together like that.
But the Nathan Petrelli that existed in a quiet, blank pool of calm acceptance when Peter buckled the collar around his neck didn’t balk for an instant. He knew he’d do anything for Peter, and would deny him nothing.
“Pete, if they see us…”
“These guys I’m talking about? They’re from out of town. They don’t even know I have a brother; they don’t even known my last name. They don’t know what you look like. They never go uptown. They don’t have the slightest idea of who you are,” Peter explained.
Nathan took a few deep breaths, swept by mutually antagonistic desires. The logical, sensible part of him was telling him, in highly detailed reports with graphs and charts, all the reasons he should say no. But the part of him that wanted Peter’s approval, that actually had pride in his ability to sublimate himself for Peter, was nearly as loud in its ringing words of-.
“Yes. I’ll do it.”
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“You’re doing great, Nate,” Peter said softly, and pushed him upright again. “There will be three other people here tonight. They may touch you a little, but they’re not to go very far. I’ll be watching you all the time.”
Nathan only settled himself on the cushion again, waiting quietly.
“You only cum for me,” Peter added. Nathan nodded enthusiastically, smiling a bit, and he heard Peter chuckle softly.
Then the doorbell rang. Nathan dropped his face into a blank expression as Peter answered the door, listening to two male voices and one female respond to Peter’s friendly greetings. There was some small talk, and then they finally rounded the corner to see Nathan, facing away from them, kneeling naked on a cushion in the middle of the living room.
“Vince, Craig, Amanda, this is who I was talking about,” Peter said, sounding pleased and proud.
“Wow,” one of the men muttered. “Damn Peter, you should have brought pictures. He’s gorgeous.”
Booted footsteps drew closer, and someone, a man most likely, circled Nathan, probably appraising him critically.
“His face is scarred though,” the same male voice commented idly.
“It just highlights his beauty. Perfection is boring, and most of it is just bought in a store or surgeon’s office. Natural attractiveness is earned,” a female, Amanda, said, sounding dismissive of the male dom.
Someone snorted, and Nathan could practically hear the eye roll that accompanied that sound.
“Honestly, he’s really, really good Peter,” she added, stepping forward to stand right next to him. Nathan forced himself not to flinch as her long fingernails traced over his neck. “Do you mind if I…?”
“Not at all.”
Nathan felt goosebumps breaking out all over his skin as Amanda’s nails trailed around his biceps, down his arms, across his chest, finally sliding around behind him to squeeze firmly at his ass.
“Nice. Very nice,” she said, giving Nathan an absent pat on the head. “Very high quality, Peter.”
“I said he was the best,” Peter said, his voice tinged with pride. Nathan brought his head up slightly, and one of the men walked up and dropped a heavy hand on Nathan’s shoulder.
“I don’t suppose you share?” he asked. Nathan could smell the man’s arousal easily, and a slight shiver of nervousness ran through him.
“No, Craig,” Peter said flatly. The flat denial in Peter's voice was incredibly gratifying.
“Oh come on,” the other man, Vince, said. “You can’t just leave us all hanging when you have this great party favor kneeling in your living room-.”
“He’s not a ‘party favor,’” Peter said, sounding hard and uncompromising. The shiver turned into one of pleasure, and Nathan felt himself hardening just at the sound of Peter’s voice. “He’s a conversation piece.”
“Oh,” Craig said, sounding disappointed. His hand came off Nathan’s shoulder. “I thought-.”
“What you thought you heard and what I actually said are two different things, apparently,” Peter said acidly. “He’s mine, exclusively.”
“Well, I wouldn’t share either, not with something like that to come home to. How did you find him? It’s hard enough finding someone able, willing, and compatible, let alone mature and beautiful to boot,” Amanda said, sitting down somewhere in front of Nathan.
Nathan listened as Peter calmly spun out a web of lies, saying he’d met Nathan at a bar, and invited the others to share their own stories. As the evening progressed, the conversation flowed around Nathan without touching him, voices laughing or arguing amiably.
Once or twice, people commented about him, but all actual inquiries were directed to Peter.
“Three hours and I haven’t seen him even twitch,” Vince said at one point, admiration in his tone. Nathan felt surprised at himself at how proud that made him feel, that his behavior was reflecting well on Peter. He could have been freaking out, being on display and all, but his mind could only see Peter, not his shame.
“Did you have to work him up with restraints first?” Amanda asked. “I had to do that with John; start with handcuffs, move to leather, then scarves, then thread…”
“Reward and punishment, actually. He takes direction very well. He’s very eager to please me, so we just had to establish a few rules. He doesn’t follow the rules, he doesn’t get a reward. Simple,” Peter explained.
Nathan smiled inside. Despite the fact that he hadn’t eaten or moved for hours, Nathan wouldn’t twitch, and didn’t show any hint of discomfort. Every time he had in the past, Peter had withheld the touches and affection Nathan craved. Peter had known the depths of Nathan’s control by now, of course; that’s why he’d made Nathan drink, to deaden the pain and keep him loose. Peter had thought of everything. Peter had taken care of him.
“Oh man, it’s after ten,” Vince said suddenly, and Nathan heard a slap of flesh against wood as he suddenly got up. “I’ve got to work in the morning.”
“Lord, thanks for reminding me,” Amanda said, and there was a slide of leather on wood, maybe as she picked up her purse.
“I have one last thing I wanted to show you,” Peter said softly. “You won’t want to miss it.”
There was a shuffling, and then a pause, a weighty silence as the three doms seemed to consider Peter’s statement. A shift, a creak as Vince presumably sat back down, and then another rustle, a slide of leather-against-leather, as Peter stood.
“Go ahead,” Amanda said, her tone intrigued.
“Nate,” Peter said, and Nathan’s chin came up just a fraction in acknowledgement. It was the first time since the doms had come in that Peter had addressed him directly. “You’ve done really well tonight. I’m pleased.”
Simple words, but ones hard-ingrained after three years. Nathan felt himself growing hard within a few short moments, heat flushing across his skin as Peter gave him the rare and powerful compliment, enhanced immeasurably by knowing others were watching. He wouldn’t let Peter down.
“Oh… nice…” Craig breathed, and Nathan could hear the quickened breaths from the others as he throbbed, focused on Peter’s words. Peter could bring him off with words alone, if he felt inclined to do so; that was the degree of power he held over his brother.
There were more of the leather-on-leather sounds as Peter walked toward him, and Nathan felt all his muscles trembling as he tried to hold himself still. After all the hours of non-movement, simply being erect was almost unbearable sensation.
“Nate,” Peter said, now right next to him, his voice at its most authoritative. A spike of heat and desire shot through him, connecting directly to his cock, and a fine sheet of sweat broke out over his skin. Peter suddenly put two fingers on the buckle to Nathan’s collar and pressed in enough for him to feel it. “Cum for me.”
Lightning crackled through Nathan’s body, grounding in Peter’s voice, Peter’s touch, almost too much sensation after staying so still for so long. He gave up everything for his little brother, arcing and pulsing powerfully, spattering against the wooden floor of the living room. The orgasm was powerful enough to weaken Nathan’s knees and leave him feeling like his spine was completely nerveless. It took Peter’s hand against his neck to keep him upright, and all of Nathan’s strength of purpose to not lean into him.
There were some almost-soundless gasps from the other doms, and a few creative curses from Craig.
“Have a good evening everyone,” Peter said in clear dismissal. With regretful sighs, the others got up to leave.
“Are you sure you won’t share?” Craig asked as he passed, his voice raw with envy.
“It’s against our rules,” Peter said, petting Nathan down the side of the neck.
“I had to try. See you next week.”
There were a few long moments of everyone leaving, and a click as the last person locked the door behind him.
“Open your eyes, look at me,” Peter commanded instantly. Nathan blinked slightly against the relative brightness, looking up to see Peter’s eyes dark with lust, his expression full of pride. Pressed as close as they were, Nathan could easily feel the hard ridge of Peter’s cock pressing through the leather, and opened his mouth just a fraction.
“Yes, yes you may.” Peter’s voice was rough, almost cracking, and Nathan had never seen Peter’s hands move so fast as they had now as he freed his trapped member from his pants. The minute the tip was in Nathan’s mouth, the taste of Peter on his tongue, he locked eyes with him and then sank forward, taking Peter to the hilt in a single motion, and sucking him down his throat like his life depended on it. He’d never wanted Peter more in his life, never wanted to show his love and devotion more than right now.
Peter, Peter, Peter… The mantra in his brain was the only thing he could think of, the only thing he wanted to…
The air rushed out of Peter’s lungs in a strangled gasp, and he came in less than thirty seconds, clutching Nathan’s head desperately. Nathan swallowed, feeling the hot semen settling into his belly, warming him from the inside out, a reward for his obedience. Peter pulled away with great reluctance, letting Nathan clean every inch of him, and petted his hair absently before tucking himself back in.
“Rise. Go and redress yourself, then return here and wait, standing.”
Nathan had never heard Peter’s voice so rock steady, and felt a twitch in his spent cock as he went to the closet. When he’d returned, straightening his tie as he walked, he saw Peter cleaning up Nathan’s spending from the living room floor. His brow furrowed a little, wondering why Peter would bother doing that while he was here to serve him…
Peter stood up as Nathan got in place, pulling him into a surprising kiss. They usually didn’t kiss while Nathan was collared, it was too intimate, too close to normal, but Nathan found he didn’t mind. It was different, being the passive one in the kiss, letting Peter take control. His lips were heated and dry, as if he’d been watching Nathan with his mouth open all night, and Nathan felt another interested twitch in his pants.
Suddenly Peter’s hands fumbled for the buckle, and Nathan’s collar slid off his neck. In a rush, the pain from kneeling for several hours hit him, overlaid by the deep lassitude that being unbound always left him with.
“God, you were amazing,” Peter said huskily. No longer constrained, Nathan pulled Peter flush against him, dominating the kiss now, his own lips swollen and moist. Peter panted into his mouth, nipping slightly with his teeth, as Nathan curled one hand possessively around the back of Peter’s head.
“That’ll give ‘em something to talk about,” Nathan murmured, carding his hands through Peter’s hair a few times, wanting to fill his nose with his scent, before finally pulling back.
“Ah… so… that was the emergency,” Peter said suddenly, ducking his head, picking up their earlier thread of conversation.
Nathan smirked, his original anger long gone. He could just as well do those briefs and preparations tomorrow, and do a much better job at them now that he wasn’t on the verge of having an aneurysm from stress. Peter had known, that’s why he’d called, that’s why he’d been so nervous in the first place. When Nathan got his head buried in work, he wasn’t always reasonable, and he knew it. Peter knew it too.
Now he was always looking out for him, taking care of him, like Nathan had done for him for years. The reciprocation couldn’t have come at a better time in his life.
“Well, next time you need help with party entertainment, you just need to give me a heads-up,” Nathan said, breaking into a more genuine smile. “I don’t mind showing out-of-town guests the sights.”
Peter snorted with laughter, and pulled away from Nathan to put his collar back in its box.
“I love you, you know. No matter what,” Nathan added as Peter turned back. He caught his eyes, earnestness in every line of his face. “Even if I yell.”
“And especially when you don’t,” Peter whispered, reaching out to run a thumb over Nathan’s lips.
Nathan nodded silently, and kissed Peter’s thumb in pact and promise.
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Consensual incest, D/s relationship, voyeurism
Word Count: 4,756
Spoilers: None, pre-series
Disclaimer Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al.,
Author’s Notes: Written for the YAHAKM, for the prompt, “pre-series; sub!Nathan, Dom!Peter; Nathan in a collar." I didn't actually get this written in time to put it in the Kink Meme, but the prompt did come from there.
Summary: Nathan and Peter have a great deal of trust between them, even for brothers.
Nathan shut Peter’s door behind him hard, nearly slamming it, and turned to find Peter sitting in one of the chairs by the window, his expression troubled.
And since there were no blood, tears, or dead bodies, Nathan’s face quickly set into a disapproving scowl.
“What is it Peter?” Nathan asked, his voice determinedly neutral.
“I needed to see you,” Peter said softly, his voice needy and strained. He stood up, looking like a Gothic poet in his black clothes, and shook his hair out of his eyes.
“Damn it Pete, you just can’t call me at the office and ask me to drop everything for less than an emergency,” Nathan growled.
“It is an emergency,” Peter insisted.
“If you’re having trouble with your classes, toughen up Pete. Third year of college can be hard, I know. Get yourself a tutor on campus; they’re better at helping you study than me,” Nathan said with exasperation.
“It’s not anything like that,” Peter said, taking a few steps forward, looking straight into Nathan’s eyes. What he read there made Nathan’s blood pressure spike into dangerous levels.
“No, Pete, no. You did not just make a damn booty call. I have to finish three briefings and do the final touch-ups on tomorrow’s opening statement-.”
In mid-rant, Peter reached out and buckled a heavy leather and silver-studded collar around Nathan’s neck. Nathan’s words cut off as if a switch had been flicked. Sinking to his knees, he bowed his head and closed his eyes, waiting.
Peter walked away, and Nathan could hear him opening a bottle, putting ice in a glass, and pouring something. Long minutes later, Peter returned, and Nathan could feel the heat of him as he stood nearby. More time passed, how much, Nathan couldn’t care about right now, and Peter’s fingers touched under his chin. Nathan tilted his head up obediently, and he accepted the rim of the glass between his teeth.
“Drink,” Peter said, and Nathan took down swallow after swallow of cool scotch, not letting a drop escape his mouth. When the glass was drained, Peter urged him to take the ice cubes, and Nathan knelt there, letting the ice slowly melt in his mouth and trickle down his throat. While he waited, Peter walked away again, opening and closing drawers and closets, lighting matches, and turning on the stereo to something low and throbbing.
The ice was long melted in Nathan’s mouth, and his knees were starting to ache by the time Peter came back.
“Stand. Open your eyes. Undress and put your clothes neatly in the closet. Return to the middle of the living room and wait for me, standing.”
Peter walked away without even waiting to see Nathan’s reaction.
Nathan stood, betraying no protest as his knees popped, opening his eyes to see the living room flooded with golden light from the many candles Peter had lit. It transformed it from a poor college student’s room into something with dignity. Nathan’s eyes glossed right by it as he quickly got out of his suit, hanging up everything with care, taking off his watch and rings, until he was entirely naked save for his collar.
He padded back into the living room quietly, no shoes to tap on the floor with authority, and found a cushion right next to where he was supposed to be. Standing, he waited, watching absently as Peter walked by him several times, straightening up stacks of books, putting away dishes, and bringing out bowls of snacks. Almost as an afterthought, Peter stopped in front of him and tapped Nathan’s collar, pointing to the cushion.
Nathan sank to his knees again where Peter had indicated, hands clasped behind his back, head bowed and eyes closed.
“Are you grateful for the cushion?” Peter asked. Nathan nodded, and Peter actually reached out to run his hands through Nathan’s hair. Heat stirred deep in his body, and Nathan was careful to keep himself still.
“Relax,” Peter murmured, and gently pulled Nathan’s head to rest against his crotch. The rich smell of leather invaded Nathan’s senses, and he could feel the smoothness of it against his cheek. Under that, the heat of Peter’s skin, and the curve of his cock could be felt, and Nathan turned his face slightly to feel them better.
“Good,” Peter said, running his hand over Nathan’s head, petting him. Nathan only sighed in contentment, relaxing completely.
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It hadn’t always been like this between them. As a matter of fact, up until three years ago, Nathan wouldn’t have been caught dead doing anything like this. The fact that him and Peter were together had been enough of a stimulant in and of itself. Trying to keep on top of it, to make sure it didn’t destroy them, Nathan had always felt was his responsibility. And he had always led them, even in the bedroom. He had always been in a position of power, and relinquishing that, for any reason, made him feel rather panicky.
And Peter certainly hadn’t minded. His little brother was remarkably compliant, eager to please Nathan, happy to let him take control. It was just when Peter had gone to college, and Nathan’s career had taken off at the District Attorney’s office, that things had gotten complicated.
Nathan had been pretty stressed with Peter being away so often, and was more careful than ever to make sure they couldn’t be caught during the frantic times they were together. Nathan had a family to consider, and his reputation, and that made him… well, tense was a mild description. “Verge of a nervous breakdown” might have been closer to the truth. He loved Peter, and loved everything they did together, but having to be in complete command and control all day, every day, had begun to sour the times they shared.
So halfway through Peter’s freshman year of college, his little brother made a proposal.
“I joined a new club on campus,” Peter offered tentatively. Nathan regarded Peter over the rim of his scotch glass and raised an eyebrow for him to continue.
“It’s a dominant/submissive club.”
“What?!” Nathan asked, jerking upright in his chair, jealously automatically coming to the forefront of his mind.
“Wait, wait, I just joined to get some information, ok? It’s not what you think, I promise,” Peter protested.
“Christ Pete, Dad will have a heart attack if he finds out,” Nathan said, exasperated, though slightly mollified by Peter’s explanation.
“Hey, there’s not exactly a list of members. I mean, some people want to know about it, but they don’t want other people to know they want to know about it, ok? It’s not just for that… it’s sort of for other things too. Bondage, things like that. How to do it right, you know?” Peter said, hands moving expressively.
Nathan set his jaw for a moment. “So, what kind of information were you looking for?”
“Nathan, I know things have been a little stressed. I mean, your job, me being at school all the time, so I thought we might want to try something different…”
“Domination,” Nathan repeated, and Peter nodded. Nathan heaved out a breath. “I don’t think I’d look too good in black leather Pete.”
Honestly, it wasn’t the sort of thing that turned Nathan on. He was already in command in the bedroom ninety percent of the time, so how would this make a change?
“Actually,” Peter said, his voice soft. “I thought I might wear the leather.”
Nathan froze, glass halfway to his mouth, and stared at Peter for a very long time.
“You would,” Nathan said finally.
“Yeah, I would,” Peter said more firmly.
“And what, exactly, would we be doing?” Nathan asked, intrigued.
“That’s the thing,” Peter said, warming up to the subject. “You wouldn’t have to do anything. I’d be making the decisions, and you wouldn’t even have to think. It wouldn’t even always be, ya know, sex, but when we’d do this, you wouldn’t have to worry about anything. If… if you trust me.”
“Of course I trust you,” Nathan snapped instantly, and then let his mind wander over the rest of the statement. He wasn’t entirely unfamiliar with that particular lifestyle, and the thought of not having to think, or plan, or have to be in charge for once held some appeal. And the more he thought about it, the more appealing it became. He’d just never considered it with Peter because, well, he never thought Peter would be interested in being in charge.
Apparently he’d been wrong.
“What do you think?” Peter asked a little anxiously. “I mean, any interest at all? Just forget it if you don’t want to, it was just an idea-.”
“Pete,” Nathan stopped him, and set down his glass. “Yeah, I’m interested.” His gut twisted when he said that, composed of equal parts of nerves and excitement.
Peter’s eyes lit up with both surprise and triumph, and he started to rummage in a bag next to his chair.
“Let’s give it a trial run. Talk things out, see how it goes for the first couple of times, ok?” Nathan added, caution too ingrained in him to leap into this without assurances.
“Ok, totally, I just want us to be happy, ah! There it is,” Peter said, coming up with a small wooden box. “I got you something… I was sort of hoping you’d say yes.”
He opened the box for Nathan, revealing a heavy black leather collar, studded with silver, bearing a substantial buckle. Nathan looked at it and swallowed hard. Twice. His stomach turned over, and his cock twitched with definite interest as he looked at the collar. Peter had excellent taste...
“You bought that for me?” Nathan asked, oddly touched. Slightly weirded out, but touched.
“I had it made for you.”
Nathan felt a burning rush of heat run through his entire body at that statement, and his arousal was now urgent and almost painful. He’d never heard anything sexier come out of Peter’s mouth before.
“God that’s hot, Pete,” he said faintly. Peter was blushing, but held his gaze without wavering.
“So, you want to try a little tonight?” he asked.
“Yeah, definitely,” Nathan said, almost eagerly sweeping aside several years of their usual rituals in favor of this.
“Ok, ok. Wow,” Peter muttered, mostly to himself, and Nathan chuckled a bit.
“Weren’t expecting me to agree?”
“Well, I was hoping, but… You’re you,” Peter pointed out.
“So, how much practice do you have at this?” Nathan asked, loosening his tie.
Peter shook his head. “I wouldn’t do this for anyone but you.”
“Fuck…” Nathan breathed, and yanked his tie off hard. Peter was going to make him cum in his pants, saying things like that. He was offering up himself to his little brother, offering up his control, and Peter was still his, unquestionably, completely, and always.
“Later,” Peter said, and took the collar out of the box. He crossed to Nathan, holding it in both hands, as Nathan looked up at him with both desire and trepidation.
“Do you trust me?” Peter asked. Nathan nodded. “We’ll talk about specifics later, but for now, I promise I won’t do anything we haven’t done before, ok? Pure vanilla.”
“Ok,” Nathan said, and then smiled a bit mischievously. “So, do you want me to call you ‘Master?’”
“Actually, Nathan,” Peter said, buckling on the collar, carefully tightening it, checking to make sure it wouldn’t impede his breathing, “while you have this on, I don’t want you to talk at all.”
Nathan opened his mouth in shock, but didn’t speak. Christ, Peter was hitting kinks that Nathan didn’t even know he had.
The buckle finally clicked into place, and Nathan felt the cool, heavy weight settling in around his throat. Peter smiled in triumph, with a twist of arrogance to his lips that Nathan had never seen before.
“It’s ok Nate,” Peter said, and curled his hand around Nathan’s neck, pulling him into a hug against his stomach, holding him there gently. It was a surprisingly intimate gesture that Nathan wasn’t sure he would have done… until now. “The only thing I really want is for you to relax. Don’t think. Don’t worry. I have you, ok?”
Nathan breathed into the warm fabric of Peter’s shirt, deliberately bringing up all his objections, worries, and fears, letting them run through his mind before trying to dismiss them. The meeting he might be late for, the dinner he might miss, the briefing he had to do, the calls he had to make, the inherent kinkiness of submitting himself to his younger brother and the fact that he was very much enjoying it so far…
“Just let it go, Nate,” Peter said soothingly. “Let it go.”
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Letting go of all of his worries was hard, but Nathan had eventually trained himself to go blank at the touch of the collar on his neck. While he was Peter’s, his mind existed in limbo. Nothing mattered to him, not his job, not his family, not even the passage of time. He existed only to do what Peter bid, and other than that, nothing else was important.
It was almost like what he’d imagined being under hypnosis would be like, because every time Peter took off the collar, Nathan was always ten times more relaxed than he’d been when he started. Peter had actually been extremely impressed with him.
“I mean, I’ve seen a few other doms in action, and I don’t think they have as good control over their subs as I do,” Peter said one evening, not long ago, just after he’d taken off Nathan’s collar.
“You like watching other doms in action?” Nathan asked incredulously. Peter rolled his eyes.
“Not like that you perv. As a demonstration, you know, at the club. They’ll have their subs there, waiting on them, just showing their control. Nothing too hardcore on campus, you know?”
“All in the name of education. Damn good thing Mom and Dad don’t know what you’re spending your money on,” Nathan snorted.
“Not that they care,” Peter muttered. Nathan was about to voice a protest when Peter just talked over him. “I brag about you to the other doms.”
“What?” Nathan was too surprised and too relaxed to go into panic mode, but he was still fairly shocked.
“Not by name! Some of them don’t even name their subs, privacy issues and stuff. I was just telling them that my sub was really, really good at zoning out and giving himself over. They were curious to see if I was telling the truth,” Peter said.
Nathan’s eyes widened. “Peter, are you talking about…?”
“I want to have them over and show you off.”
Nathan swallowed. The Nathan Petrelli that was a district attorney, husband, and father rebelled violently against the mere idea of letting strangers, letting anyone see him with Peter. It was his baby brother, for Christ’s sake. He’d be thrown in jail as the worst kind of criminal, denied everything that he’d worked so hard to gain, if he let anyone who recognized him and Peter for who they were see them together like that.
But the Nathan Petrelli that existed in a quiet, blank pool of calm acceptance when Peter buckled the collar around his neck didn’t balk for an instant. He knew he’d do anything for Peter, and would deny him nothing.
“Pete, if they see us…”
“These guys I’m talking about? They’re from out of town. They don’t even know I have a brother; they don’t even known my last name. They don’t know what you look like. They never go uptown. They don’t have the slightest idea of who you are,” Peter explained.
Nathan took a few deep breaths, swept by mutually antagonistic desires. The logical, sensible part of him was telling him, in highly detailed reports with graphs and charts, all the reasons he should say no. But the part of him that wanted Peter’s approval, that actually had pride in his ability to sublimate himself for Peter, was nearly as loud in its ringing words of-.
“Yes. I’ll do it.”
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“You’re doing great, Nate,” Peter said softly, and pushed him upright again. “There will be three other people here tonight. They may touch you a little, but they’re not to go very far. I’ll be watching you all the time.”
Nathan only settled himself on the cushion again, waiting quietly.
“You only cum for me,” Peter added. Nathan nodded enthusiastically, smiling a bit, and he heard Peter chuckle softly.
Then the doorbell rang. Nathan dropped his face into a blank expression as Peter answered the door, listening to two male voices and one female respond to Peter’s friendly greetings. There was some small talk, and then they finally rounded the corner to see Nathan, facing away from them, kneeling naked on a cushion in the middle of the living room.
“Vince, Craig, Amanda, this is who I was talking about,” Peter said, sounding pleased and proud.
“Wow,” one of the men muttered. “Damn Peter, you should have brought pictures. He’s gorgeous.”
Booted footsteps drew closer, and someone, a man most likely, circled Nathan, probably appraising him critically.
“His face is scarred though,” the same male voice commented idly.
“It just highlights his beauty. Perfection is boring, and most of it is just bought in a store or surgeon’s office. Natural attractiveness is earned,” a female, Amanda, said, sounding dismissive of the male dom.
Someone snorted, and Nathan could practically hear the eye roll that accompanied that sound.
“Honestly, he’s really, really good Peter,” she added, stepping forward to stand right next to him. Nathan forced himself not to flinch as her long fingernails traced over his neck. “Do you mind if I…?”
“Not at all.”
Nathan felt goosebumps breaking out all over his skin as Amanda’s nails trailed around his biceps, down his arms, across his chest, finally sliding around behind him to squeeze firmly at his ass.
“Nice. Very nice,” she said, giving Nathan an absent pat on the head. “Very high quality, Peter.”
“I said he was the best,” Peter said, his voice tinged with pride. Nathan brought his head up slightly, and one of the men walked up and dropped a heavy hand on Nathan’s shoulder.
“I don’t suppose you share?” he asked. Nathan could smell the man’s arousal easily, and a slight shiver of nervousness ran through him.
“No, Craig,” Peter said flatly. The flat denial in Peter's voice was incredibly gratifying.
“Oh come on,” the other man, Vince, said. “You can’t just leave us all hanging when you have this great party favor kneeling in your living room-.”
“He’s not a ‘party favor,’” Peter said, sounding hard and uncompromising. The shiver turned into one of pleasure, and Nathan felt himself hardening just at the sound of Peter’s voice. “He’s a conversation piece.”
“Oh,” Craig said, sounding disappointed. His hand came off Nathan’s shoulder. “I thought-.”
“What you thought you heard and what I actually said are two different things, apparently,” Peter said acidly. “He’s mine, exclusively.”
“Well, I wouldn’t share either, not with something like that to come home to. How did you find him? It’s hard enough finding someone able, willing, and compatible, let alone mature and beautiful to boot,” Amanda said, sitting down somewhere in front of Nathan.
Nathan listened as Peter calmly spun out a web of lies, saying he’d met Nathan at a bar, and invited the others to share their own stories. As the evening progressed, the conversation flowed around Nathan without touching him, voices laughing or arguing amiably.
Once or twice, people commented about him, but all actual inquiries were directed to Peter.
“Three hours and I haven’t seen him even twitch,” Vince said at one point, admiration in his tone. Nathan felt surprised at himself at how proud that made him feel, that his behavior was reflecting well on Peter. He could have been freaking out, being on display and all, but his mind could only see Peter, not his shame.
“Did you have to work him up with restraints first?” Amanda asked. “I had to do that with John; start with handcuffs, move to leather, then scarves, then thread…”
“Reward and punishment, actually. He takes direction very well. He’s very eager to please me, so we just had to establish a few rules. He doesn’t follow the rules, he doesn’t get a reward. Simple,” Peter explained.
Nathan smiled inside. Despite the fact that he hadn’t eaten or moved for hours, Nathan wouldn’t twitch, and didn’t show any hint of discomfort. Every time he had in the past, Peter had withheld the touches and affection Nathan craved. Peter had known the depths of Nathan’s control by now, of course; that’s why he’d made Nathan drink, to deaden the pain and keep him loose. Peter had thought of everything. Peter had taken care of him.
“Oh man, it’s after ten,” Vince said suddenly, and Nathan heard a slap of flesh against wood as he suddenly got up. “I’ve got to work in the morning.”
“Lord, thanks for reminding me,” Amanda said, and there was a slide of leather on wood, maybe as she picked up her purse.
“I have one last thing I wanted to show you,” Peter said softly. “You won’t want to miss it.”
There was a shuffling, and then a pause, a weighty silence as the three doms seemed to consider Peter’s statement. A shift, a creak as Vince presumably sat back down, and then another rustle, a slide of leather-against-leather, as Peter stood.
“Go ahead,” Amanda said, her tone intrigued.
“Nate,” Peter said, and Nathan’s chin came up just a fraction in acknowledgement. It was the first time since the doms had come in that Peter had addressed him directly. “You’ve done really well tonight. I’m pleased.”
Simple words, but ones hard-ingrained after three years. Nathan felt himself growing hard within a few short moments, heat flushing across his skin as Peter gave him the rare and powerful compliment, enhanced immeasurably by knowing others were watching. He wouldn’t let Peter down.
“Oh… nice…” Craig breathed, and Nathan could hear the quickened breaths from the others as he throbbed, focused on Peter’s words. Peter could bring him off with words alone, if he felt inclined to do so; that was the degree of power he held over his brother.
There were more of the leather-on-leather sounds as Peter walked toward him, and Nathan felt all his muscles trembling as he tried to hold himself still. After all the hours of non-movement, simply being erect was almost unbearable sensation.
“Nate,” Peter said, now right next to him, his voice at its most authoritative. A spike of heat and desire shot through him, connecting directly to his cock, and a fine sheet of sweat broke out over his skin. Peter suddenly put two fingers on the buckle to Nathan’s collar and pressed in enough for him to feel it. “Cum for me.”
Lightning crackled through Nathan’s body, grounding in Peter’s voice, Peter’s touch, almost too much sensation after staying so still for so long. He gave up everything for his little brother, arcing and pulsing powerfully, spattering against the wooden floor of the living room. The orgasm was powerful enough to weaken Nathan’s knees and leave him feeling like his spine was completely nerveless. It took Peter’s hand against his neck to keep him upright, and all of Nathan’s strength of purpose to not lean into him.
There were some almost-soundless gasps from the other doms, and a few creative curses from Craig.
“Have a good evening everyone,” Peter said in clear dismissal. With regretful sighs, the others got up to leave.
“Are you sure you won’t share?” Craig asked as he passed, his voice raw with envy.
“It’s against our rules,” Peter said, petting Nathan down the side of the neck.
“I had to try. See you next week.”
There were a few long moments of everyone leaving, and a click as the last person locked the door behind him.
“Open your eyes, look at me,” Peter commanded instantly. Nathan blinked slightly against the relative brightness, looking up to see Peter’s eyes dark with lust, his expression full of pride. Pressed as close as they were, Nathan could easily feel the hard ridge of Peter’s cock pressing through the leather, and opened his mouth just a fraction.
“Yes, yes you may.” Peter’s voice was rough, almost cracking, and Nathan had never seen Peter’s hands move so fast as they had now as he freed his trapped member from his pants. The minute the tip was in Nathan’s mouth, the taste of Peter on his tongue, he locked eyes with him and then sank forward, taking Peter to the hilt in a single motion, and sucking him down his throat like his life depended on it. He’d never wanted Peter more in his life, never wanted to show his love and devotion more than right now.
Peter, Peter, Peter… The mantra in his brain was the only thing he could think of, the only thing he wanted to…
The air rushed out of Peter’s lungs in a strangled gasp, and he came in less than thirty seconds, clutching Nathan’s head desperately. Nathan swallowed, feeling the hot semen settling into his belly, warming him from the inside out, a reward for his obedience. Peter pulled away with great reluctance, letting Nathan clean every inch of him, and petted his hair absently before tucking himself back in.
“Rise. Go and redress yourself, then return here and wait, standing.”
Nathan had never heard Peter’s voice so rock steady, and felt a twitch in his spent cock as he went to the closet. When he’d returned, straightening his tie as he walked, he saw Peter cleaning up Nathan’s spending from the living room floor. His brow furrowed a little, wondering why Peter would bother doing that while he was here to serve him…
Peter stood up as Nathan got in place, pulling him into a surprising kiss. They usually didn’t kiss while Nathan was collared, it was too intimate, too close to normal, but Nathan found he didn’t mind. It was different, being the passive one in the kiss, letting Peter take control. His lips were heated and dry, as if he’d been watching Nathan with his mouth open all night, and Nathan felt another interested twitch in his pants.
Suddenly Peter’s hands fumbled for the buckle, and Nathan’s collar slid off his neck. In a rush, the pain from kneeling for several hours hit him, overlaid by the deep lassitude that being unbound always left him with.
“God, you were amazing,” Peter said huskily. No longer constrained, Nathan pulled Peter flush against him, dominating the kiss now, his own lips swollen and moist. Peter panted into his mouth, nipping slightly with his teeth, as Nathan curled one hand possessively around the back of Peter’s head.
“That’ll give ‘em something to talk about,” Nathan murmured, carding his hands through Peter’s hair a few times, wanting to fill his nose with his scent, before finally pulling back.
“Ah… so… that was the emergency,” Peter said suddenly, ducking his head, picking up their earlier thread of conversation.
Nathan smirked, his original anger long gone. He could just as well do those briefs and preparations tomorrow, and do a much better job at them now that he wasn’t on the verge of having an aneurysm from stress. Peter had known, that’s why he’d called, that’s why he’d been so nervous in the first place. When Nathan got his head buried in work, he wasn’t always reasonable, and he knew it. Peter knew it too.
Now he was always looking out for him, taking care of him, like Nathan had done for him for years. The reciprocation couldn’t have come at a better time in his life.
“Well, next time you need help with party entertainment, you just need to give me a heads-up,” Nathan said, breaking into a more genuine smile. “I don’t mind showing out-of-town guests the sights.”
Peter snorted with laughter, and pulled away from Nathan to put his collar back in its box.
“I love you, you know. No matter what,” Nathan added as Peter turned back. He caught his eyes, earnestness in every line of his face. “Even if I yell.”
“And especially when you don’t,” Peter whispered, reaching out to run a thumb over Nathan’s lips.
Nathan nodded silently, and kissed Peter’s thumb in pact and promise.