Another Perfect Win
Title: Another Perfect Win
Author: jaune_chat
Fandoms: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Nathan/Peter
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 2,033
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements: Consensual incest, general bastardry, GQMFs, and really devastating suits
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al
A/N: Thanks to redandglenda and brighteyed_jill for betaing! Written for crashgirl82 for heroes_exchange. This is an AU where our boys are high powered executives. If this sounds like something from the series “Profit,” that’s because I was shamelessly cribbing off their corporate culture. I don’t own that either, but I do sure love that show!
Summary: Nathan and Peter, CEOs of Petrelli and Petrelli, engage in their weekly wager.
Nathan knew he had the advantage of his voice. Both he and Peter had faces and expertise to lure their clients into making deals that were better for Petrelli and Petrelli than for them, but Nathan had the undeniable advantage of his voice. He could be the father figure, or the stern elder brother, or the trusted long-time friend, or the semi-unobtainable date, whatever was needed. And if he said just the right things, dropped his voice just a little bit to hit a very visceral register, he could have clients thinking with their pants rather than their portfolios.
He’d watched women’s eyes shine, seen them subtly undo the top button on their blouse, and squeeze their thighs together. He’d watched men part their legs to relieve the sudden pressure in their pants, heard them stumble over their well-worn speeches and lines. And after meetings he’d watched them take detours to the bathrooms to be recorded by the cameras he’d thoughtfully installed so he could examine his handiwork.
Peter had a different approach. He was easily as clever as Nathan, and though he lacked some experience with business, he was a manipulator equal to anyone’s best effort. If he couldn’t use his voice to get clients thinking about anything other than their libidos, he used words and wardrobe. Nathan knew he had one good look, and had spent a lot of time perfecting it and using all the nuances of it. Peter was still young enough to be a total chameleon.
Nathan had seen him dress down to look like a friend to a young company representative, or overdress to look like an uncertain intern, sent to cut his teeth on a merger with a well-known older CEO. Peter could dress as sharply as a sword blade to compete with those other corporate sharks that enjoyed a challenge, or whore himself up with pants cut far too well and a shirt a bit too tight, for those who found that mixing business with pleasure was the only way to go.
Flipping through the stack of files, Nathan smiled in satisfaction. He’d closed two mergers on major accounts, as well as getting three more companies on the hook this week. Two of them were shady enough to need the protection from Petrelli and Petrelli, and the third… well, he’d make sure they were shady enough before he pushed for the merger. Nothing helped seal a deal like a pact of mutual silence with a dose of blackmail thrown in.
The door to Nathan’s office flew open as Peter sauntered through, a smirk of ungodly proportions on his face. He was dressed sharp today, enough to have left mortal wounds in his wake, his hair so shiny and precise it could have been used to cut diamonds. Nathan could feel his dick rising to appreciate the sight of his little brother, and tried to keep his expression neutral. It wouldn’t do to give anything away this early in the game.
“Mr. Petrelli, your weekly report please,” Nathan said, safe behind the bulwark of his desk, fingers steepled in a thoughtful gesture. That pose alone had given him the advantage, more often than not. Sometimes Peter preferred to throw a round, just for fun, if Nathan looked like he was going to make it worth his while.
Peter walked right up to the edge of the desk, hips swaying subtly, the cut of his pants nearly obscene, at least from Nathan’s point of view. It focused all the viewer’s attention to Peter’s crotch without making it very obvious, outlining the hard lump there. Nathan felt his heart skip a beat or two and his temperature start to climb.
“Oh, I closed that deal with one of Primatech’s subsidiaries. And I have the defense division of the Yamagoto corporation interested in a merger, but we’re still in the preliminary stages,” Peter said casually, dropping the files on Nathan’s desk.
“That’s all? Not a bad week, I suppose,” Nathan trailed off thoughtfully, subtly indicating his higher stack of files with a flick of his eyes. Peter didn’t capitulate though, only looked even more smug. Nathan felt his pants get even more uncomfortably confining.
“One more thing,” Peter said, and sat down on the edge of the desk so he could lean over to whisper right into Nathan’s ear. “I closed the Linderman account.”
Nathan’s jaw dropped. They hadn’t even gotten Linderman on the hook yet. Peter was just supposed to entice him with the possibilities of a merger. Nathan had honestly expected the whole thing to take months, maybe even years to close. Not a day. Not less than a day.
“You keep your mouth open like that and I’m going to have to put something in it,” Peter added thoughtfully.
“How?” Nathan sputtered, both awed and incredulous at Peter’s audacity.
“I taped it. You want to see?” Peter hopped off the desk and grabbed the remote from the drawer, pointing at the screen built into the bookcase. A view of one of the conference rooms flickered into view, showing earlier that morning. Daniel Linderman was sitting at the table, drinking a cup of tea and looking utterly calm and unruffled. Peter entered a few moments later, his clothes and saunter making Daniel sit up and take notice almost against his will.
“Good opening move,” Nathan said appreciatively, sliding his tie off as Peter tugged him upright. His fingers moved lower, undoing his shirt buttons as Peter went to work on his belt and pants. Nathan shrugged out of his shirt and jacket with a deliberate roll of his shoulder, imitating the way Peter-on-the-screen had stripped off his own jacket. That little move, suggestive of a striptease, had sent Daniel back on his metaphoric heels. The tones of the pleasantries had a heavily seductive overtone to them, but Peter hadn’t spoken a single word that couldn’t have been taken as a pure business proposition.
“Clean, very clean. Daniel didn’t expect that aggression-!” Nathan’s mouth snapped shut as Peter tugged Nathan’s pants off fast. Quickly stepping out of them, Peter tossed them on the desk so they wouldn’t wrinkle, and chuckled at the fact that Nathan hadn’t been wearing underwear.
“Hot,” Peter murmured appreciatively, running his hands down Nathan’s flanks to grasp at his hips, making Nathan thrust his ass out. “Expecting things to go the other way?”
“A hundred bucks says you’re not wearing any either,” Nathan challenged. Peter laughed shortly and slapped a hundred dollar bill down on the desk by Nathan’s hand. He felt his cock harden even more as Peter’s hands began to knead down his lower back and into the muscles of his ass.
“Watch this,” Peter said, and Nathan snapped his attention back to the screen. Daniel was pointing at a series of charts on the table, arguing that his own holdings were doing quite well without a merger, while Peter countered with lines of profit from those companies that had accepted the protection of Petrelli and Petrelli. This was all standard stuff, the usual initial song-and-dance for a first meeting, except for what Peter was doing.
He seemed to be sympathetic to Daniel’s desire to remain independent, and looked slightly saddened as he started to gather up the paperwork, getting ready to end the meeting. But though his face and voice seemed to be projecting innocent loss, his body was still swaying, hips thrusting ever-so-slightly at every change of pitch in Daniel’s voice.
Nathan groaned as Peter tickled slick fingers around his entrance, a single finger pushing in just a bit with every move he made on screen.
“Good move, Pete,” Nathan managed, trying to keep his voice as level as possible with the delicate teasing around the entrance to his body.
“It gets better,” Peter whispered, and Nathan gasped as Peter slammed two slicked fingers into him with no preamble, timing it with Daniel calling Peter back from leaving the conference room.
“I’d like to talk about this more in-depth,” Daniel said on-screen, and Peter turned back, hips cocked at an arrogant angle.
“‘More in-depth,’” Nathan repeated, eyes slitting as Peter thrust his way in deeper. “Yeah, deeper Pete, deeper!”
“Of course, Mr. Linderman. I’m always glad to make time for a friend of Petrelli and Petrelli,” Peter said, bringing out another chart. “I can make it worth your while. We could be great partners; Linderman Enterprises’ experience inside our company would make for an unbeatable combination. You’d find your own profits increasing exponentially, and your other benefits…” Peter trailed off and smiled slowly, raising an eyebrow suggestively. “Well, let’s just say they’d go beyond your wildest dreams.”
Peter was working Nathan over with a full four fingers now, and Nathan rocked back against them, eyes glued to the screen. Daniel Linderman wasn’t even really listening to what Peter was saying, just letting Peter’s cadence fill his ears as his body language was saying everything he wanted to hear.
“He plays the tough man, but it wasn’t me he wanted bent over the conference table. He only fucks people who deserve to be fucked,” Peter whispered in Nathan’s ear, pulling his fingers away. Nathan didn’t protest at the loss, only swayed slightly, letting his cock drag over the fine leather of his blotter, getting friction the only way he could.
A crinkle of foil and latex, and Peter was back, hands bracing themselves on Nathan’s body as a single hard thrust filled him up.
“Daniel likes being beaten by a worthy opponent. He’ll willingly crawl for someone who’ll make him,” Peter panted, his hands on Nathan’s shoulder and hip nearly bruising as he drove himself in hard.
On screen, Daniel had taken in every sultry promise with surprised and pleased eyes. He signed the appropriate forms with Peter right next to him, almost close enough to touch, and certainly close enough to catch the scent of Peter’s cologne. Leather and musk, more Nathan’s scent than Peter’s, Nathan realized, but enough to give the hindbrain of an old man the impression that Peter more than knew what he was doing.
“Fucking clever, using scent against him,” Nathan gasped, thrusting back harder, throwing his head back as Daniel signed the final merger papers on the screen. All without Peter touching him more than shaking his hand. Fucking incredible.
“I win,” Peter said breathlessly, thrusting hard enough that Nathan had to brace himself so the desk wouldn’t move.
“You win, Peter. You-.” Nathan clenched hard on every inward thrust. “Fucking.” His own cock was throbbing in time to his racing pulse, pushing across the blotter at a pace that should have been painful, but only excited him further. “Win!”
Semen flew far enough to miss parts of the desk entirely, dripping down on the carpet as Nathan came with a soft cry, moaning as Peter pulsed into him, reveling in the heat deep inside him. They clung to each other for a long moment before finally separating, both of them cracking their hands to loosen them up.
“Good Peter, damn good,” Nathan said, running a hand through his hair to tuck any flyaway strands back into place. Groaning a little, he pulled his clothes back on, making himself entirely presentable as Peter quickly cleaned himself up.
“Cleaning crew is going to be pissed,” Peter observed, eyeing the mess of drying spunk on the desk and carpet as he buckled his belt.
“Let them. They get paid better than anyone else other than you,” Nathan said, smirking. Peter rolled his eyes and picked up his triumphal folder to put on Nathan’s desk.
“Think you can top that?” Peter asked, folding his arms arrogantly. “Or do we get to do this again next week?”
Nathan looked thoughtful for a moment, and then pulled out another folder from a locked drawer.
“I’m seeing Noah Bennet next week about the major Primatech merger,” he said. Peter caught his jaw halfway down, and glared at Nathan in irritation.
“You could have done that this week. And won too, even with me doing Linderman!” Peter said incredulously.
Nathan only sighed in satisfaction and rolled his neck to crack it.
“Bastard,” Peter muttered, and began to plot out another perfect win.
--END--
Prompt used:
4. Nathan/Peter: I want hot porn where Peter and Nathan have been in an established relationship. Peter is to be more of his manipulative Petrelli self, and Nathan, ever the bastard himself, bottoms consensually. That is all.
Author: jaune_chat
Fandoms: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Nathan/Peter
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 2,033
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements: Consensual incest, general bastardry, GQMFs, and really devastating suits
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al
A/N: Thanks to redandglenda and brighteyed_jill for betaing! Written for crashgirl82 for heroes_exchange. This is an AU where our boys are high powered executives. If this sounds like something from the series “Profit,” that’s because I was shamelessly cribbing off their corporate culture. I don’t own that either, but I do sure love that show!
Summary: Nathan and Peter, CEOs of Petrelli and Petrelli, engage in their weekly wager.
Nathan knew he had the advantage of his voice. Both he and Peter had faces and expertise to lure their clients into making deals that were better for Petrelli and Petrelli than for them, but Nathan had the undeniable advantage of his voice. He could be the father figure, or the stern elder brother, or the trusted long-time friend, or the semi-unobtainable date, whatever was needed. And if he said just the right things, dropped his voice just a little bit to hit a very visceral register, he could have clients thinking with their pants rather than their portfolios.
He’d watched women’s eyes shine, seen them subtly undo the top button on their blouse, and squeeze their thighs together. He’d watched men part their legs to relieve the sudden pressure in their pants, heard them stumble over their well-worn speeches and lines. And after meetings he’d watched them take detours to the bathrooms to be recorded by the cameras he’d thoughtfully installed so he could examine his handiwork.
Peter had a different approach. He was easily as clever as Nathan, and though he lacked some experience with business, he was a manipulator equal to anyone’s best effort. If he couldn’t use his voice to get clients thinking about anything other than their libidos, he used words and wardrobe. Nathan knew he had one good look, and had spent a lot of time perfecting it and using all the nuances of it. Peter was still young enough to be a total chameleon.
Nathan had seen him dress down to look like a friend to a young company representative, or overdress to look like an uncertain intern, sent to cut his teeth on a merger with a well-known older CEO. Peter could dress as sharply as a sword blade to compete with those other corporate sharks that enjoyed a challenge, or whore himself up with pants cut far too well and a shirt a bit too tight, for those who found that mixing business with pleasure was the only way to go.
Flipping through the stack of files, Nathan smiled in satisfaction. He’d closed two mergers on major accounts, as well as getting three more companies on the hook this week. Two of them were shady enough to need the protection from Petrelli and Petrelli, and the third… well, he’d make sure they were shady enough before he pushed for the merger. Nothing helped seal a deal like a pact of mutual silence with a dose of blackmail thrown in.
The door to Nathan’s office flew open as Peter sauntered through, a smirk of ungodly proportions on his face. He was dressed sharp today, enough to have left mortal wounds in his wake, his hair so shiny and precise it could have been used to cut diamonds. Nathan could feel his dick rising to appreciate the sight of his little brother, and tried to keep his expression neutral. It wouldn’t do to give anything away this early in the game.
“Mr. Petrelli, your weekly report please,” Nathan said, safe behind the bulwark of his desk, fingers steepled in a thoughtful gesture. That pose alone had given him the advantage, more often than not. Sometimes Peter preferred to throw a round, just for fun, if Nathan looked like he was going to make it worth his while.
Peter walked right up to the edge of the desk, hips swaying subtly, the cut of his pants nearly obscene, at least from Nathan’s point of view. It focused all the viewer’s attention to Peter’s crotch without making it very obvious, outlining the hard lump there. Nathan felt his heart skip a beat or two and his temperature start to climb.
“Oh, I closed that deal with one of Primatech’s subsidiaries. And I have the defense division of the Yamagoto corporation interested in a merger, but we’re still in the preliminary stages,” Peter said casually, dropping the files on Nathan’s desk.
“That’s all? Not a bad week, I suppose,” Nathan trailed off thoughtfully, subtly indicating his higher stack of files with a flick of his eyes. Peter didn’t capitulate though, only looked even more smug. Nathan felt his pants get even more uncomfortably confining.
“One more thing,” Peter said, and sat down on the edge of the desk so he could lean over to whisper right into Nathan’s ear. “I closed the Linderman account.”
Nathan’s jaw dropped. They hadn’t even gotten Linderman on the hook yet. Peter was just supposed to entice him with the possibilities of a merger. Nathan had honestly expected the whole thing to take months, maybe even years to close. Not a day. Not less than a day.
“You keep your mouth open like that and I’m going to have to put something in it,” Peter added thoughtfully.
“How?” Nathan sputtered, both awed and incredulous at Peter’s audacity.
“I taped it. You want to see?” Peter hopped off the desk and grabbed the remote from the drawer, pointing at the screen built into the bookcase. A view of one of the conference rooms flickered into view, showing earlier that morning. Daniel Linderman was sitting at the table, drinking a cup of tea and looking utterly calm and unruffled. Peter entered a few moments later, his clothes and saunter making Daniel sit up and take notice almost against his will.
“Good opening move,” Nathan said appreciatively, sliding his tie off as Peter tugged him upright. His fingers moved lower, undoing his shirt buttons as Peter went to work on his belt and pants. Nathan shrugged out of his shirt and jacket with a deliberate roll of his shoulder, imitating the way Peter-on-the-screen had stripped off his own jacket. That little move, suggestive of a striptease, had sent Daniel back on his metaphoric heels. The tones of the pleasantries had a heavily seductive overtone to them, but Peter hadn’t spoken a single word that couldn’t have been taken as a pure business proposition.
“Clean, very clean. Daniel didn’t expect that aggression-!” Nathan’s mouth snapped shut as Peter tugged Nathan’s pants off fast. Quickly stepping out of them, Peter tossed them on the desk so they wouldn’t wrinkle, and chuckled at the fact that Nathan hadn’t been wearing underwear.
“Hot,” Peter murmured appreciatively, running his hands down Nathan’s flanks to grasp at his hips, making Nathan thrust his ass out. “Expecting things to go the other way?”
“A hundred bucks says you’re not wearing any either,” Nathan challenged. Peter laughed shortly and slapped a hundred dollar bill down on the desk by Nathan’s hand. He felt his cock harden even more as Peter’s hands began to knead down his lower back and into the muscles of his ass.
“Watch this,” Peter said, and Nathan snapped his attention back to the screen. Daniel was pointing at a series of charts on the table, arguing that his own holdings were doing quite well without a merger, while Peter countered with lines of profit from those companies that had accepted the protection of Petrelli and Petrelli. This was all standard stuff, the usual initial song-and-dance for a first meeting, except for what Peter was doing.
He seemed to be sympathetic to Daniel’s desire to remain independent, and looked slightly saddened as he started to gather up the paperwork, getting ready to end the meeting. But though his face and voice seemed to be projecting innocent loss, his body was still swaying, hips thrusting ever-so-slightly at every change of pitch in Daniel’s voice.
Nathan groaned as Peter tickled slick fingers around his entrance, a single finger pushing in just a bit with every move he made on screen.
“Good move, Pete,” Nathan managed, trying to keep his voice as level as possible with the delicate teasing around the entrance to his body.
“It gets better,” Peter whispered, and Nathan gasped as Peter slammed two slicked fingers into him with no preamble, timing it with Daniel calling Peter back from leaving the conference room.
“I’d like to talk about this more in-depth,” Daniel said on-screen, and Peter turned back, hips cocked at an arrogant angle.
“‘More in-depth,’” Nathan repeated, eyes slitting as Peter thrust his way in deeper. “Yeah, deeper Pete, deeper!”
“Of course, Mr. Linderman. I’m always glad to make time for a friend of Petrelli and Petrelli,” Peter said, bringing out another chart. “I can make it worth your while. We could be great partners; Linderman Enterprises’ experience inside our company would make for an unbeatable combination. You’d find your own profits increasing exponentially, and your other benefits…” Peter trailed off and smiled slowly, raising an eyebrow suggestively. “Well, let’s just say they’d go beyond your wildest dreams.”
Peter was working Nathan over with a full four fingers now, and Nathan rocked back against them, eyes glued to the screen. Daniel Linderman wasn’t even really listening to what Peter was saying, just letting Peter’s cadence fill his ears as his body language was saying everything he wanted to hear.
“He plays the tough man, but it wasn’t me he wanted bent over the conference table. He only fucks people who deserve to be fucked,” Peter whispered in Nathan’s ear, pulling his fingers away. Nathan didn’t protest at the loss, only swayed slightly, letting his cock drag over the fine leather of his blotter, getting friction the only way he could.
A crinkle of foil and latex, and Peter was back, hands bracing themselves on Nathan’s body as a single hard thrust filled him up.
“Daniel likes being beaten by a worthy opponent. He’ll willingly crawl for someone who’ll make him,” Peter panted, his hands on Nathan’s shoulder and hip nearly bruising as he drove himself in hard.
On screen, Daniel had taken in every sultry promise with surprised and pleased eyes. He signed the appropriate forms with Peter right next to him, almost close enough to touch, and certainly close enough to catch the scent of Peter’s cologne. Leather and musk, more Nathan’s scent than Peter’s, Nathan realized, but enough to give the hindbrain of an old man the impression that Peter more than knew what he was doing.
“Fucking clever, using scent against him,” Nathan gasped, thrusting back harder, throwing his head back as Daniel signed the final merger papers on the screen. All without Peter touching him more than shaking his hand. Fucking incredible.
“I win,” Peter said breathlessly, thrusting hard enough that Nathan had to brace himself so the desk wouldn’t move.
“You win, Peter. You-.” Nathan clenched hard on every inward thrust. “Fucking.” His own cock was throbbing in time to his racing pulse, pushing across the blotter at a pace that should have been painful, but only excited him further. “Win!”
Semen flew far enough to miss parts of the desk entirely, dripping down on the carpet as Nathan came with a soft cry, moaning as Peter pulsed into him, reveling in the heat deep inside him. They clung to each other for a long moment before finally separating, both of them cracking their hands to loosen them up.
“Good Peter, damn good,” Nathan said, running a hand through his hair to tuck any flyaway strands back into place. Groaning a little, he pulled his clothes back on, making himself entirely presentable as Peter quickly cleaned himself up.
“Cleaning crew is going to be pissed,” Peter observed, eyeing the mess of drying spunk on the desk and carpet as he buckled his belt.
“Let them. They get paid better than anyone else other than you,” Nathan said, smirking. Peter rolled his eyes and picked up his triumphal folder to put on Nathan’s desk.
“Think you can top that?” Peter asked, folding his arms arrogantly. “Or do we get to do this again next week?”
Nathan looked thoughtful for a moment, and then pulled out another folder from a locked drawer.
“I’m seeing Noah Bennet next week about the major Primatech merger,” he said. Peter caught his jaw halfway down, and glared at Nathan in irritation.
“You could have done that this week. And won too, even with me doing Linderman!” Peter said incredulously.
Nathan only sighed in satisfaction and rolled his neck to crack it.
“Bastard,” Peter muttered, and began to plot out another perfect win.
--END--
Prompt used:
4. Nathan/Peter: I want hot porn where Peter and Nathan have been in an established relationship. Peter is to be more of his manipulative Petrelli self, and Nathan, ever the bastard himself, bottoms consensually. That is all.