Celebration of Flesh
Title: Celebration of Flesh
Author: jaune_chat
Fandoms: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Nathan
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 700
Spoilers: Mid S4
Warnings: Solo M
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al
A/N: Written for the Nathan Petrelli Memorial Kink Meme for the prompt: “Sylathan wank fic, bonus points for Nathan thinking about how new and sexy this body is, feeling himself up in the carnie hall of mirrors!! Double bonus for getting turned on by all his chest hair!”
Summary: Nathan finds himself with a new lease on life.
It was like being given an elixir of youth. With benefits. Nathan stared at himself from all angles, each mirror in the Hall giving him a new perspective on the face and body he now wore. How, precisely, this had occurred, it didn’t particularly matter. He had died and been instantly reincarnated into the kind of flesh he’d secretly longed for as a teenager, with new powers and a new family to go along with it. It would be foolish to look at the gift horse’s mouth too closely.
Nathan must have been at least a dozen years younger now than he had been, his body glowing with health and power he’d forgotten he had. And he was tall now, magnificently tall. Always a little shorter than most other boys, Nathan knew he’d been compensating for a lack of inches with an increase in arrogance. Now he didn’t have to use attitude to project confidence, not when he was on top of the world like this. He could be a looming, sheltering presence to Lydia, instead of a comforting matched bookend like he’d been with other girlfriends. He could casually take on a dominant role instead of having to fight for it.
He took a step closer to examine his new face, running his fingers carefully over his dramatic features. Neat, heavy eyebrows, deep set dark eyes, a long nose that fit the proportions of the long face, very nice. And no scars on this face to mar its perfection or “add character.” It reminded him of a model’s face, captivating and alluring. His skin was paler too now, showing a pleasing contrast with his thick, dark hair. Nathan knew he’d command attention now no matter if he wore an expensive suit or t-shirt and jeans.
Greedy to see more, Nathan stripped his shirt without a second thought, marveling at the length of his limbs and the grace with which they moved. He was muscular, but not overwrought, with dark hair sprinkled all over his chest. Perfect. Masculine, but not beastly. Nathan ran his long-fingered hands over his skin, combing through the hair and tugging slightly. He gasped at how that felt, and realized his nipples had hardened at the stimulation.
This body was practically built to entice, primed to feel good. Nathan brushed over his nipples experimentally and groaned just a little. He felt himself starting to harden, his pants growing tight, and stared at himself in the mirror. Oh yes, the lump showing in his jeans was fantastically obvious. Sexy, very sexy. Forget being built to entice, this body was made to fuck.
Nathan ran his hands over his torso a few more times, finding places that were ticklish and others that made him gasp, before the almost painful swelling below made him unbuckle his belt. Quickly dispatching with the button and zipper, Nathan reached into his underwear to take himself in hand, long fingers wrapping around a very pleasing girth.
“Yes…” he hissed, taking a moment to get rid of the rest of his clothes, wanting to see everything. Putting his hand back on his neglected dick, Nathan grinned widely. Every mirror showed a large hand around a thick, long cock. His skin was reddening with every stroke, muscles tensing and flexing as Nathan thrust his hips slightly in rhythm with his hand.
Looking through half-lidded eyes, Nathan felt a powerful jolt of desire for himself, for this beautiful thing he’d become. Confidence swelled alongside his pleasure, and his unpredictable power joined in the fun, running invisible fingers along his sides, his back, his ass, his chest, all over. Like the ghostly manifestation of his ego, they petted and praised him, giving him all the encouragement he could ever want.
“Come on, yes, more!” The words spilled past his lips as Nathan devoured himself with his eyes, hands physical and ephemeral celebrating every inch of his new self. Almost shouting with the power of his orgasm, the copious white spunk flew all over his belly and chest, baptizing him into his new body. Smiling in satisfaction, still not totally sated, Nathan knew he still had more to give. And he wouldn’t stop until he had it all.
Author: jaune_chat
Fandoms: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Nathan
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 700
Spoilers: Mid S4
Warnings: Solo M
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al
A/N: Written for the Nathan Petrelli Memorial Kink Meme for the prompt: “Sylathan wank fic, bonus points for Nathan thinking about how new and sexy this body is, feeling himself up in the carnie hall of mirrors!! Double bonus for getting turned on by all his chest hair!”
Summary: Nathan finds himself with a new lease on life.
It was like being given an elixir of youth. With benefits. Nathan stared at himself from all angles, each mirror in the Hall giving him a new perspective on the face and body he now wore. How, precisely, this had occurred, it didn’t particularly matter. He had died and been instantly reincarnated into the kind of flesh he’d secretly longed for as a teenager, with new powers and a new family to go along with it. It would be foolish to look at the gift horse’s mouth too closely.
Nathan must have been at least a dozen years younger now than he had been, his body glowing with health and power he’d forgotten he had. And he was tall now, magnificently tall. Always a little shorter than most other boys, Nathan knew he’d been compensating for a lack of inches with an increase in arrogance. Now he didn’t have to use attitude to project confidence, not when he was on top of the world like this. He could be a looming, sheltering presence to Lydia, instead of a comforting matched bookend like he’d been with other girlfriends. He could casually take on a dominant role instead of having to fight for it.
He took a step closer to examine his new face, running his fingers carefully over his dramatic features. Neat, heavy eyebrows, deep set dark eyes, a long nose that fit the proportions of the long face, very nice. And no scars on this face to mar its perfection or “add character.” It reminded him of a model’s face, captivating and alluring. His skin was paler too now, showing a pleasing contrast with his thick, dark hair. Nathan knew he’d command attention now no matter if he wore an expensive suit or t-shirt and jeans.
Greedy to see more, Nathan stripped his shirt without a second thought, marveling at the length of his limbs and the grace with which they moved. He was muscular, but not overwrought, with dark hair sprinkled all over his chest. Perfect. Masculine, but not beastly. Nathan ran his long-fingered hands over his skin, combing through the hair and tugging slightly. He gasped at how that felt, and realized his nipples had hardened at the stimulation.
This body was practically built to entice, primed to feel good. Nathan brushed over his nipples experimentally and groaned just a little. He felt himself starting to harden, his pants growing tight, and stared at himself in the mirror. Oh yes, the lump showing in his jeans was fantastically obvious. Sexy, very sexy. Forget being built to entice, this body was made to fuck.
Nathan ran his hands over his torso a few more times, finding places that were ticklish and others that made him gasp, before the almost painful swelling below made him unbuckle his belt. Quickly dispatching with the button and zipper, Nathan reached into his underwear to take himself in hand, long fingers wrapping around a very pleasing girth.
“Yes…” he hissed, taking a moment to get rid of the rest of his clothes, wanting to see everything. Putting his hand back on his neglected dick, Nathan grinned widely. Every mirror showed a large hand around a thick, long cock. His skin was reddening with every stroke, muscles tensing and flexing as Nathan thrust his hips slightly in rhythm with his hand.
Looking through half-lidded eyes, Nathan felt a powerful jolt of desire for himself, for this beautiful thing he’d become. Confidence swelled alongside his pleasure, and his unpredictable power joined in the fun, running invisible fingers along his sides, his back, his ass, his chest, all over. Like the ghostly manifestation of his ego, they petted and praised him, giving him all the encouragement he could ever want.
“Come on, yes, more!” The words spilled past his lips as Nathan devoured himself with his eyes, hands physical and ephemeral celebrating every inch of his new self. Almost shouting with the power of his orgasm, the copious white spunk flew all over his belly and chest, baptizing him into his new body. Smiling in satisfaction, still not totally sated, Nathan knew he still had more to give. And he wouldn’t stop until he had it all.